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Fostered Grandpa
a Short Story by Kellis
Summer, 2012



"At your age," said Shep, "you've been around a lot.  What do you think
of whores?"

Kyle's eyebrows rose.  "You mean individually or generally?  Generally 
they save the world -- or used to."

"Really?"

"The world of horny young men, at least.  So-called 'good women' have 
always been slow to open their legs."

"Or their mouths!" said Shep in fervent agreement.

"Only slow for cocks," agreed Kyle with a chuckle.  "Whereas an eager 
whore will fish out your cock for you, if you let her, even before you 
strike a deal."

Shep sighed.  "Yeah.  I remember that."

"As an institution, whoredom has historically saved the lives of a lot 
of women when times got hard."

"Saved them?"

"From starvation."

"From what?  Not in this country."

"In Europe after World War Two.  My uncles couldn't stop talking about 
the submissive women.  And my own experience in Korea: girls standing on
the roadsides.  Even in this country after the civil war -- and not just
in the south.  Whenever times are hard."

"If you say so.  I take it you approve of whores."

Kyle nodded.  "As long as they're willing, and lots of them always are.
I could never understand why people want to outlaw them."

"You can't?  Even I know the answer to that.  It's your so-called 'good
women.'"

"Are you sure?"

"Whores weren't illegal in most places until we gave women the vote."

Kyle thought it over.  "Well, that's reasonable.  Good women wouldn't 
tolerate the cheaper competition."

"Right."  Shep chuckled.  "Not many guys ever notice how much more 
expensive good women are."

"It isn't just cost.  Hot to trot whores blunt a woman's best weapon."

"If you mean denial of sex, I'd use a stronger word than 'blunt.'"

"'Ruin?'"  But Kyle shook his head.  "Actually of course it doesn't work, 
as Lysistrata figured out."

"Who?"

Kyle chuckled.  "An ancient Greek heroine.  Athenian women tried to stop
a war by depriving their men of pussy."

"Did it work?"

"For jokes, like, 'What's that under your tunic, a spear?'"

Shep smiled.  "Sounds like the women missed it too."

"Exactly.  Say, what made you think of whores?"

"End of the line on a train of thought.  See the woman sitting alone at
that table near the bar?  She's a fox, as the kids say, and she's been 
nursing the same drink since we came in here.  I started wondering if 
she's waiting for a proposition and my imagination ran away."

"Maybe she is."  Kyle cocked an eyebrow.  "Why don't you go ask her?"

Shep chuckled defensively.  "At my age I'm afraid she'd say, 'Yes.'"

Kyle chuckled.  "I know what you mean."  He studied the woman, who met 
his gaze frankly before looking away.  She was neatly made up with curly
brown hair, wearing blouse, skirt and pumps.  Diamond studs flashed in 
her ears but the hand with fortyish wrinkles holding her glass was 
ringless.

He said, "Not that this one looks the same, but my god she reminds me of
Linda!  That's how I'd find Linda, sitting alone at a table, when I came
in to the Green Bottle.  Linda was a little younger, but this is 
remarkable."

"Who was Linda?  Did I know her?"

"Nah.  This was thirty years ago when I was a troubleshooter for 
Enwright Aviation.  What a great gal Linda was!  Willing and articulate.
I'll never forget her.  If that one has anything like Linda's 
personality, she'll be great company."

"I've seen two or three guys speak to her and walk off.  Maybe she's 
choosey."

"Hah, exactly like Linda!  What's a slut, someone who'll fuck anybody?
That wasn't Linda.  She was a whore but not a slut: choosey, as you 
say."

"I gather she chose you."

"She did, I'm glad to say: as a client and also as a teacher of sorts."

Shep huffed in disbelief.  "A what?  Whores that old don't need 
teaching, pal!"

"Not for herself."

Shep waited but finally said impatiently, "You gonna tell me the story 
or not?"

"Let's get another drink."


* * *


The Green Bottle was a club not so close to the plant that I was
likely to run into anyone from Enwright.  I stopped in there on a lot of
Seattle's rainy evenings.  Early on I met Linda and took her back to the
hotel.

She became my habit every time I was in Seattle.  We enjoyed each 
other's talk as much as the fucking.  She'd blow me first then we'd go 
to dinner in the hotel.  Back in the room it was my turn to go down, 
then we'd have a nice long fuck.  After she came a time or two she'd get
on top and we'd do what she called "fuck talk" -- mainly bragging on 
previous adventures.  She especially liked tales about first times, kids
getting started and so on.  Let me tell you, that's a fun way to spend 
time with a woman -- cock soaking in her belly while you swap brags -- 
if you can find one who's up to it.

Me?  In those days it would stay up as long as it was in a pussy.

VD?  After the first few times I didn't worry about it with Linda.  She
may have been the cleanest woman I ever knew.  And very selective: she'd
only go with clean men.  I don't know if it's true, but she claimed she
could taste disease in the eye of a dick.  She'd stick one in her mouth
and spit it out if it didn't taste right, which was the last chance for
that guy.  This was before the AIDS scare but after the pill.  Most of 
our fucking was bareback.

No, our fuck talk is not what I meant by 'teaching.'  That happened 
during my longest period with her, when I supervised installing the new
production line in Seattle.  Had to site the machines, hire a bunch of 
people --  Sorry, you're not interested in that.

Anyway, one night when I sat down at Linda's table, she smiled her 
welcome and said, "What's this -- four nights in a row?"

"I'm going to be in town for a couple months.  Think you can stand me 
that often?"

"Every night for months?  People will think we're married!"  She 
sniffed.  "Be careful or you'll meet the common law requirements."

"Would that be so bad, Linda?"

She lost her smile.  "Surely you know what I am, Kyle."

"Tell me."

"I'm just a little whore / Who wants dicks by the score."

"Cute."

"Well, it's true, every word of it."  She laughed dryly.  "In fact it 
may be an understatement.  Make it, Including a dose / Of dicks by the 
gross."

She liked to do that: short rhymes right off the cuff: "couplets," I 
think they're called.

"I'm not asking for an exclusive."

"You didn't plan to show up every night?"

In fact that's exactly what I'd planned to do.  She saw it in my face as
I said, "Maybe not _every_ night."

Her eyes narrowed; she had thought of something.  "Actually, Kyle, you 
_are_ a faithful client.  Maybe we can work something out."

"I'm listening."

She stood up.  "Keep your seat.  I'm going to make a phone call."

I watched her walk away, hips swaying.  She was wearing her usual lacey
blouse, short skirt, nylons and pumps.  Her figure was stunning, 
especially her legs.  She was all soft curves and lots of them, with 
plenty of fat in the right places, but her waist size couldn't have been
much more than 30 inches.

Other girls lounged in the Green Bottle, doubtlessly just as available,
but she outshone them all, and not only in appearance.  In the right 
mood she could talk with abandon.  She had told me in minute detail of 
the first cock she had sucked, how she'd reacted to the taste and feel,
the jizz spurting into her throat.  And the first time she took two 
cocks together in her pussy.  Made her feel really full, she said.  Did
you ever find a woman to describe that?  I never knew another!

She was the only woman in Seattle for me -- with or without an 
exclusive.  So I waited, sipping my drink.

She soon returned but finished her cocktail without sitting, so I stood
up and drank mine.  She said, "Kyle, instead of going to your hotel 
let's try the Bullet.  I'll drive."

The Bullet was a steakhouse across town.  I had eaten there, though not
with her.  I said with a grin, "Don't I get a blowjob first?"

"Such a creature of habit!  All right, then, hang on."

Again she marched away toward the telephone alcove.  The wait this time
was brief.  Returning, she said, "Let's go to my place.  I'll order a 
pizza to chase your jizz."

She was smiling but I said, "Is something wrong, Linda?"

"No.  I want to make you a proposition that won't work at your hotel."

"What proposition?"

"Don't pester me.  I'll tell you over supper."

A setup?  Well, it was certainly a departure.  In the years I'd been 
coming to Seattle I'd never seen her outside that same hotel.  But I 
knew she was a whore with more integrity than a lot of judges.  That she
might want something to my disadvantage never occurred to me.

She drove a year-old Buick I hadn't seen before.  Obviously she wasn't 
hurting for money.  Thinking about it, also for the first time, I 
realized that one man a night at her rate would make a substantial 
yearly income.

It was a half-hour drive.  What we talked about was on the mark.

"Kyle, why don't you demand variety in your women?"

"What a question!"  But I grinned.  "Must be a character defect.  When I
got a divorce, my ex told me I was too lazy to court another woman."

"What _court_?  You only need a portrait of Benjamin Franklin."

"Or two," I riposted, reminding her of her own rate.

"Which just improves the quality," she noted dryly.  "All women are 
basically the same, but don't men look for those little differences in 
feature and personal habit?"

"Are you really worried that I'm too faithful to you, at least in 
Seattle?"

"Actually I suppose it's flattering."

"It should be.  You're the best, Linda."

"Of a bad lot, eh?"

"Hooray for the bad lot!"

That got a laugh.  I said, "What's this leading up to?  Are you about to
spring another broad on me?"

"I said, don't pester."  She giggled.  "'Another broad,' indeed!"

"Anyway, something to keep me from bothering you every night, eh?"

"You can understand, can't you, Kyle, it would be a conflict?"

"With your other clients?"

She glanced at me briefly without answering.

I laughed.  "Sorry, Babe; I never gave them a thought.  But answer me 
this.  If you had a schedule to keep, how could you have met me four 
nights in a row?"

"Maybe you got there first."

Then I understood.  She had no schedule, but how far would her regulars
have scattered by the time I left Seattle?

"Okay," I said, "I've decided to quit pestering you."

"Only temporarily, I hope.  If you quit pestering / Don't you start 
festering."

"Ugh."  We both laughed.

She parked in a multi-level garage next to a modern glass and steel 
apartment building.  We took the elevator to the seventh floor and she 
keyed us into her apartment.  Taking my hand, she pulled me past the 
foyer and a den of warm-colored furniture, through a swinging door into
a kitchen that lit brightly when she flipped the switch.

Looking around, I said, "Nice place."  It even had an island stove and 
griddle.

"Thank you.  Drop your pants, please."

I grinned.  "In the kitchen?"

"You always want my face lit up when you stick your dick in it.  Well, 
this is the brightest room in the place."

True.  When she blows me in the hotel, I take the shade off the table 
lamp.  So I dropped my pants.

She pushed me back so that I was half-sitting on the edge of the stove 
island, plopped her butt in a dragged up chair, leaned between my legs 
and slurped up my soft cock.  Her eyes twinkled up at me.  She had said
before how much she loved to take it soft and feel it grow.

Her head was bobbing, it was growing and I was starting to thrill, so 
quickly no doubt because of the unusual circumstances, when someone 
behind her said, "Should I order the pizza?"

A strange woman was standing in another doorway.  I would've turned away 
from Linda but her arms imprisoned my thighs.

Linda's face rose slightly, enough that her lips only tickled the head 
of my cock, now a stiff stander.  She grinned at me and said, "Kyle, say
hello to May.  That is just her name; / '_You_ may' is her game," after
which her mouth re-enclosed my cock.

So both were whores, no surprise.  I said, "Hello, May."

The newcomer said in a breathy soprano, "Pleased to meet you, Kyle."  
But her expression was annoyed.  "She loves to toss out that grungy 
rhyme!  I think she named me with it in mind."

Master and apprentice?  Mother and daughter?  At first impression the 
stranger was a good deal younger: the same height but slimmer with 
hardly any tits.  I knew Linda's face very well; this one was a 
sharper-chinned version with the same brown hair and blue eyes.  She was
dressed to go in blouse, jeans and sneakers.

Linda managed one tongue pull before backing away.  "You think that one
was grungy?  How about, To become a good lay / Is the hope of our May?"

The girl's lip curled but she said, "Guilty to that one."

"That's the spirit!"  Licking her lips, Linda rose to her feet.  "You 
take over here and I'll call for the pizza."

Without hesitation May fell to her jean-clad knees in front of me and 
professionally slurped up my cock.  Linda went to a wall-mounted phone,
lifted the receiver and punched its buttons.

From the facial resemblance I decided they were related, sisters or even
mother and daughter, but if they wouldn't mention it neither would I.  
Close up I recognized a few makeup-covered pimples on May's cheeks and 
revised my age estimate downward.  This could be serious.

I asked, "How old are you, May?"

May's mouth was full, of course -- and I really mean full.  Her nose was
parting my pubic hair.  I looked at Linda, who interrupted her pizza 
description to say, "Old enough."

"How old, May: sixteen?"

The girl's eyes twinkled up at me.  She could at least have nodded or 
shaken her head, but her only response was to make my cock disappear 
again.  I felt a constriction in her throat while her hand squeezed my 
balls.  By god, this girl was talented!  I lost interest in her age.

She concentrated on fast full strokes: all the way in and all the way 
out except for half the head.  Her nostrils flared for breath.  Here was
a teenager deep-throating my cock, whose last previous jizzing had 
occurred early that morning -- into the same pussy through which this 
talented mouth might have passed less than 20 years ago.

A blowjob is most different from fucking in that you have no reason to 
worry about your partner's pleasure.  So I let it squirt, surprised only
that it was so eager after this morning.  May's bobbing stopped.  Her 
mouth retained only the head, which her tongue laved until it finished.

She backed away, hand pumping gently, and grinned up at me with bright 
eyes.  No jizz was evident on her lips, but a white froth appeared when
they parted.  Mouth contorted to avoid spilling it, she said 
conversationally, "According to my hygiene teacher, I now have ten 
million half-babies in my mouth."

Her hand was still thrilling my cock, so I was in no mood for fancy 
repartee, but I could at least admire her wit with a chuckle.

After swallowing ostentatiously she said, "And now I'm a cannibal."  She
produced a soprano giggle.

I had to laugh with her.  "You're as whimsical as Linda."

The older woman had finished with the phone and leaned an elbow on the 
stove to watch the performance.  She said, "May, he likes to hear how it
tastes."

The girl's tongue worked in her mouth.  She said, "Not much taste, which
means he doesn't need to pee, right?"

"Not for a few hours," I agreed.

The girl winked.  "I think it tastes like _man_."

"And do you like it?" said Linda.

May shrugged.  "I don't mind it."

"Apparently not," said Linda dryly.  "You tasted the whole football 
team."

May heaved to her feet and fell frowning into the chair Linda had used.
"I'm not the only one.  All the cheerleaders agree with you, Mama: 
sucking dicks is fun!"

My curiosity had surged.  Now I chuckled.  "Thanks for settling that."

Linda nodded tolerantly.  "Yeah, she's my whelp."

"Aw, you're proud of me," said the girl with a grin.

"In fact that's true."

The stove edge was creasing my ass.  I spun and sank into a chair beside
May, leaving my pants around my ankles.  Both women eyed my dick, now 
starting to sag.

I said, "You're in high school, May?"

She nodded.  "I'm a junior."

"And she'll be doing well," said Linda in her rhyming sing-song, "/ If 
her belly don't swell."

"Bad grammar, bad grammar!" cried May.

Linda shrugged.  "Poetic license."

"It won't swell.  I take my pills.  Besides," -- her chin rose -- "in 
cars or under bleachers they mostly want blowjobs."

"Oh, oh!" cried Linda, eyes bright.  "Go under the bleachers / To find 
their best features."  She smiled at her own wit but soon lost the 
humor.  "That was my mistake," she said, looking at me.  "I was slow 
learning to suck, which nowadays is how the girls get started."

"Your mistake?" I asked.

"My mistake just sucked you off.  I popped her out when I was 19."

I shook my head.  "Never thought of you as a mother, Linda."

"Why not?"  She smiled invitingly.

"You're fishing," declared her daughter.  "Next she'll strip off and 
show you why not."

"Oh, he's already seen it."

I chuckled.  "Studied at close range, you mean.  Your waist is slim and
no stretch marks."  I would've mentioned her big tits as a counterclaim
except for the daughter's deficiency.

"You like my figure?"

"Always have.  And I wouldn't mind seeing it again."

"After I pay for the pizza.  But look at you!  Maybe you need a little 
cuddling."

After a glance at the object of her attention I said, "What I need is a
tissue."

May plucked one and bent near me to wipe the dribble off my thighs.  
Bending further, she guzzled my half-hard cock then looked up, licking 
her lips with a grin.  "Good to the last drop."

Linda said, "Though she won't admit it, Kyle, she does love that taste."

May giggled.  "Just the opposite to my friend, Ginger, who backs off, 
makes a face and spits at the first spurt."

I said, "Maybe she's afraid of something."

"She's just contrary.  You don't catch VD by mouth -- everybody says so
-- if you have good teeth.  And I do."  She peeled her lips back to show
me.  Indeed her teeth were even and glistening white.

"Just had her braces off," said Linda.

May resumed her seat but her extended hand stroked me gently.  "You have
a nice dick, Kyle.  I like it."

Linda sang, "She's just a girl who loves the cock / That stands up on 
Tom, Dick or Jock."

"Or Kyle," said May, grinning.

If she felt like bragging, I was willing to hear it.  "How did you find
it out?"

"That I love cock?  When I noticed how much better they feel than my 
hairbrush handle."

Linda said, "You want to tell about Lawrence?"

The girl shrugged.  "I don't care.  You tell him if you want."

The woman paused, eyeing me speculatively.

I guessed, "Lawrence was her boyfriend?"

"Her first one.  She had told me about the hairbrush because it made her
bleed.  I wanted some control over what happened next.  You perhaps 
understand that I know more about this than most mothers."

I nodded.

May laughed harshly.  "She made the city loan me a boyfriend."

"The city?" I said doubtfully.

"One of the commissioners was a, um, friend.  He helped me become the 
foster mother of a teenage boy."

The girl shook her head.  "Larry was such a dork!"

Linda grinned slightly.  "Just a virgin, intimidated, so they said, by 
the other kids at the orphanage.  His confidence grew quick here.  He 
had a man's dick even at 14, longer but thinner than average."

I grinned.  "Sounds like foster incest."

"Oh, no!  That would've been pedophilia."  She grinned.  "Besides, I got
him for May.  Even if a dork / He soon blew her cork."

With a laugh the girl added, "He learned to sling pork."

"Like mother, like daughter," I said resignedly.

They both laughed.

"'Longer but thinner,' you said.  Did he teach May to deep throat?"

The girl thrust her chin toward her mother.  "_She's_ the one who pushed
my head into his belly till I quit gagging."

"Interesting," I said.  "So Linda Lovelace wasn't a natural?"

My Linda sneered.  "Everybody gags when something gets in the throat.  
It's a reflex.  But I think you can overcome it if you start training 
early enough.  That's why I can't do it, at least not comfortably.  I 
didn't have May's advantages."

The doorbell rang and Linda disappeared toward the front of the house.
May gave my dick a last kiss, straightened up and said, "Are you going 
to kick your pants off?"

I stepped out of them, deposited them in the chair and followed the girl
to the adjacent dinette.  It had molded plastic chairs and a transparent
glass table.

Linda glided in, holding the pizza boxes high.  "May, get the drinks.  
Kyle, will you have a beer?"

"Sure."

We were well into the pizza when Linda announced, "The bare dick on 
friend Kyle / Goes with pizza in style."

May giggled nasally and said around a mouthful, "We just got this table.
Your dick is the first to shine through it."

I couldn't let that pass.  Working brain as fast as jaws, I finally 
retorted, "Pussies bare under glass / Would do more for _my_ ass."

No, I couldn't have said "camel toes;" they hadn't been invented yet.

"Oh, god!" sneered May.

Linda cocked her head and sniffed critically.  "At least he got the 
meter right."

"And I get the message."  May jumped to her feet and shedded sneakers, 
jeans and panties before plopping back into her seat.  I had to shift a
pizza box to note a slim Mohawk running half way up to her navel.

"Oh, all right!" Linda said and proceeded to outdo both examples, in a 
jiffy removing every piece of her clothing.  I already knew she shaved 
her pubes.  Big tits bounced as the sat back down and regarded her 
daughter with a self-satisfied air.

May and I exchanged glances.  I started to unbutton my dress shirt as 
her blouse went over her head.  She beat me to total nudity.  Her tits 
were B-cups at most.  Their best features were perky, conical nipples.

When I resumed my seat naked, she said with a smirk, "Is this your 
preferred pizza style, Kyle?"

I grinned.  "I'd say yea, May, but don't believe I ever had the pleasure
before today."

"You've eaten it naked!" declared Linda correctly.

"But not with _two_ such pretty women."  I took a bite, chewed a while 
and resumed an earlier subject.  "What happened to Lawrence?"

May sniffed.  "He turned out to be a klepto."

"A what?  You mean he stole things?"

Linda nodded.  "From us, from the mall and from the orphanage, which is
why they threw him out.  Of course the city never told us about that."

May winked.  "But his slim dick slipped into some tight spots first."

I grinned at her.  "You learned to love it, I gather."

"At first taste."

Linda sniffed.  "You could say she led him around by it."

I nodded.  "Flew him, you mean.  On a teenage boy it's like an airplane
joystick.  How long did he stay with you?"

"About 18 months, till he got caught sneaking out of a store with a 
carton of beer in his backpack."

I thought about that.  "Surprised he didn't rat on you to the cops."

May sat up.  "For what?  She hadn't touched him."

"Didn't you admit watching him poke May?"

"Is just watching illegal?" asked the girl.

"If the kid is under 16 or maybe 17.  Tell me you're not 15, May."

Linda shrugged.  "He may have said something, but who'd believe a 
known teenage thief?"

"Want to see my driver's license?" asked May.

"Card you for cocksucking?  Actually that makes sense nowadays, except 
I'm running a bit late."

"She's 17," said Linda, "old enough in this uptight state.  And she 
misses Lawrence a little too much."

May disdained more pizza.  She took a swig of her coke and regarded me 
with a curious expression.

I said to Linda, "Is this how you lead up to your proposition?"

May giggled.  "Don't you get it?  She wants another foster child."

That made me blink.

"Don't be silly!" Linda said with a frown.  "I'm trying to solve your 
problem, Kyle, and one of my own."

I suggested, "Named May with the hot pants?"

The girl spread her legs.  "May with the _no_ pants."

Linda sighed.  "That's the gist of it.  You are certainly no child, Kyle
-- from any direction.  Actually you're a great poke.  I _know_ you know
how to please a woman.  I'd love it if you could ruin May for all the 
teenage football players."

I winked at the girl, who was licking her lips.  "Want me to ruin her, 
do you?"

"Says her footballers are too quick / To throw a pass or squirt a dick."

May tossed her head.  "They can last on the second shot."

"If you can keep them fucking.  I'm afraid she'll try a gangbang or, 
worse, another girl."

I wiped my mouth with the napkin and pushed back my chair.  "What do 
_you_ want, May?"

She considered the question and finally shrugged.  "I want dick."

"I've got one and it likes your touch."

"A girl of simple tastes," said Linda, I could swear with a touch of 
pride, "like her mother."

May threw down her napkin and rose to her feet.  "Then come on."

I stood up.  Both sets of female eyes followed my shriveled cock.

The mother said, "If it's not too soon."

May's eyes rose to mine.  "What do _you_ want, Kyle?"

"To see what you have in mind."  I gestured.  "Lead on."

She led me through a second doorway into a girl's bedroom, pink walls 
obscured with large prints of male rock stars, and turned immediately to
regard me expectantly.

I held out my arms and said with a smile, "May I have this kiss?"

She tilted her head at the woman who had entered behind us.  "She's 
already told you: 'you may' is my game."

We embraced and this time she kissed my lips, opening hers to play 
tongue tag.  She was slimmer than her mother, a light armful that would
be great on the dance floor.  Her hand dropped to my rising cock.  Mine
searched below her Mohawk and found wetness.  Apparently she did indeed
want dick.  The woman slipped around us and turned down the bed.

With my hand cupping May's butt I set her on the edge of the bed, 
separated her legs and stooped to push my face between them.  She 
shivered at the first thrust of my tongue.  It worked around her clit.
Cool thighs closed on my head.

Her reaction restored full starch.  When the shudders led to heaves and
grunts to moans, I rose over her and slipped it in.  This caused a sweet
soprano cry that sounded again with every thrust.  I soon realized she 
was coming, over and over.

This carried on for a good while.  Eyes clenched shut and mouth open 
with lips clamped over teeth, hands clutching my arms, she kept 
squealing as long as I kept poking her.  Of course, a woman going off 
under you like a string of firecrackers is the ultimate stimulus, 
especially when she's a teenage girl, so I didn't last as long as I 
might have -- under the same conditions with her mother, for example --
not that I recalled the woman ever coming off so continually.

After leaving my second deposit in May, I backed away and stood up.  She
lay panting, arms splayed out, legs dangling, smiling up at me.

Linda was sitting in the room's only chair, chin in hand.  She had 
watched without interfering.  She said to her daughter, "How do you feel
now?"

"Wonderful!" the girl breathed.  "You were right, Mama.  I didn't guess
it could be like that."

Linda nodded.  "The difference between man and boy."  To me she said 
smugly, "And what did _you_ think, Kyle?"

"That May is a sweetheart.  Let's hear the rest of your proposition."


* * *


Kyle said, "Of course I agreed to it, moved out of the hotel and in with
Linda.  Rent was the same as I'd paid the hotel.  She even typed me up 
weekly receipts to recover my expenses from Enwright, who didn't care 
what name was on the top.  I slept with May, sometimes with Linda when 
she didn't spend the night with another client.  To keep her social 
standing, May continued to blow the football players but according to 
her, my cock was the only one admitted to her pussy."

"You believed that?" said Shep.

Kyle grinned.  "Why not?  She was out late only on game nights.  In fact
she was conscientious with her studies.  Sometimes I helped her with 
problems.  I still remember one.  Picture a square with a circle 
centered on each of the four corners.  A side of the square equals the 
diameter of each circle.  Question: what is the area of that part of the
square not covered by parts of circles?"

Shep shook his head.  "Was never any good at math."

"Well, the answer is the area of the square minus the area of any 
circle.  The funny part is the next day in class her teacher said, 'May,
you're the only one who got that right.  How'd you do it?'

"May told the class, 'It wasn't me; it was my grandpa.'"

"Her 'grandpa!'"  Shep laughed.

"I teased her about fucking grandpa, but in fact I didn't mind if she 
thought of me that way."

Shep nodded slowly.  "I guess she couldn't say her dad."

"Even though that was closer to the right age difference."

Shep's eyes sparkled.  "God, sounds like you had a really great time!  
How long did you stay with them?"

"Not long enough.  You're right, it was an ideal situation for me, and 
the women never complained.  But in two months Enwright's production was
in full swing and I had to return to Cleveland."  Kyle sighed.  "I've 
often thought I should've married Linda."

"Married!"  Shep was obviously shocked.  "Marry a whore?"

"One who'd tell me all her adventures while her daughter deep-throated 
me."  Kyle cocked his head.  "I never could understand why a man should
fear his wife fucking other men.  Tell me why they do, will you?"


END

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