Now a cluster of grandmothers, mothers, aunts and their girls awaited my arrival at school. It was much too cold to wear the summer frocks they did. They all clutched letters and invitations for me. My classroom was filled with flowers and plants. A new vibrating, leather lounge chair lay behind my desk. A box of Cuban cigars, Napoleon brandy, cards and letters all lay on my desk as well.
All my cherubs were in their seats, working on their syllabus like nothing unusual was happening. I tried the chair. It was fabulous. I shut if off and perused the letters. Many of them were invitations, most were suggestions and two contained lewd home snaps. The one with a daughter who was a page eight girl interested me in particular. It was then I noticed the three girls around me.
"Oh, Mister Carfax, you aren't trying the cigars we bought you. Don't you like them?" It was Amanda Shamus. She had her full walnut-brown hair cut softly permmed and moussed. It formed a line around her head, just below her ears. Whomever cut her hair knew what she was doing. The hairstyle exposed (and subconsciously offered) Amanda's long, swan's neck to me. Her perfume was as heady as tropical orchid.
"Absolutely, Amanda. But this is a non-smoking facility."
"Pooh. One little cigar won't matter. Here. Let me fix this for you. Mom showed me how." Amanda produced a gold cigar cutter, snipped the cigar and slid it into my right hip pocket. Then she produced a matching gold lighter, lit it and placed the Cubano very neatly in to her curvaceous lips. It was then I noticed that her upper lip overhung her lower, plump, lip, producing a naturally sultry look. A monk would have known what she was about, slipping the Perfecto into her mouth, drawing out the first puffs for me. Then she slid the gold lighter into my left hip pocket and gave my soldier a pat on the head.
"And how about some brandy, Mister Carfax? I heard you like brandy. Sister picked it out special."
"Thank you Becky, but it's a bit early in the day for me."
"Espresso then." She freshened my coffee with her thermos and coyly said. "My sister thinks you are very handsome."
I was flattered she remembered me. Then I considered that it might be her father putting her up to it. "Thank you. I think she is beautiful too."
"What about me and my mom?"
Mrs. Shamus was not beautiful. After her husband was shot (rumors were Londonderry 'bankers' were involved) she had let herself go. She ran her husband's four-star inn. I was expecting to run into her at Beryl's football games, since she and Amanda's older sister were teammates. I did not want to get involved with her. But I didn't want to insult Amanda. "You are very beautiful, Amanda, and so is your sister." Amanda got the hint and did not seem insulted. A lit cigar entered my mouth and glass entered my hand. While the girls read, Suneesa massaged my feet. I actually fell asleep in second period. Fatima nudged me awake for lunch.
There was new, sofa-bed in my private faculty room. It was Woo's way of thanking me. Rosa, Violet and I broke its mattress in. Later, Violet fed me homemade calamari and pilaf while Rosa rode my cock. Amy seemed at a loss for something to do.
At the end of the day, Faith reported that her father eye had wandered from Hope and to the Filipino grocer's daughter in the choir. She was very young. I made sure the two got together.
I open the book and scribed a lurid tale of a vicar taking a young girl's confession. She has a very nasty crush on a married man of the cloth. She has very sinful fantasies of him sucking her pussy and drinking down her juice. Then the man of the cloth consoles her that he has the very same fantasy. Soon, they are doing the deed more and more. Though cunnilingus is the main fascination for both, the Vicar is soon the willing subject of more domination. They discover they need privacy for some of the deeds also the Vicar arranges "retreats."
His rendezvous with her would free up Caroline and the girls to have me over for supper. Hope had served her purpose. Her father's sense of what was proper was permanently screwed.
Fatima thanked me profusely for the baring of her secret. Molly had sent me a message. Fatima produced a laptop and started a digital movie. Fatima and Faith stood behind me, as I viewed Molly's invitation.
Mr. Punjabi had improved his equipment and techniques tremendously. I was still expecting the old, brutish, Molly. What I got was a stunning red-head, her hair all done up in curls, dressed in a form flattering emerald green cocktail dress with spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline. The slut had become a lady. Her amethyst and gold jewelry sparkled on her.
The blood rushed from my ears. I can't recall what she said. She told me how much she loved me, how much she wanted me, how I was the best thing that every happened to her and she wanted to show her appreciation.
She slipped off her dress. She was wearing a green silk slip. "If you like what you see, you can have it all and more. The view widened to include Fatima and her mother. I have the bridal suit at the Quay's Inn reserved for tomorrow."
There was no school Friday, Christmas Holiday began. "Fatima you can tell Molly, to make reservations for dinner..." Group sex was fun but it was wearing. "...for two.
Now help me load some of these things in my car."
I returned to my cottage. I hid the book using a loose ceiling panel. Then I prepared for dinner with the Woo's.
The Yei and Yi were prettier in real life. Tall Yei was elegant and petite Yi sparkled. When Mr. Woo introduced me at the door, their expressions were priceless. Ever have a fantasy come to life? They looked on me in disbelief. As their shock wore off, they stared at me and made several trips to the bathroom, for who knows what reason.
Dinner was dull. Super's Nephews were tedious communist-businessmen. (Who'd ever thought that phrase would not become an oxymoron?) They paid lip service to the Mao while all the while slavishly following the stock market. I was a good thing I knew a bit about golf for that was all they wanted to discuss. They droned on and on, endlessly, about the dreary, cold, windy English links.
Of course that didn't stop them from spending every moment of their vacation on them. As they discussed their next week, shopping in London with the ladies, one got the impression that as soon as they returned to China, those same dreary links would suddenly take on a great deal of charm.
I sat across from Yei and next to Yi. While the boys grew sotted, Yei ran her stocking foot up my pants leg and Yi massaged my cock through my pants. Mr. Woo and I slipped down to his wine cellar for a moment.
"How is everything, George?"
"Fine , Mister Woo. The girls are hot little numbers."
"I am happy to here it." He drew out a dusty bottle of '92 Lafitte.
"How's your wife taking all of this?"
"If I didn't know better, I'd say she was keener on this idea than I. By the way, did you know I have a spa in the back?" We talked more as were returned to the dining room.
A funny thing happened. As the Woo's bantered more Chinese back and forth, I began to pick it up. I understood the epithets Yei and Yi hurled at their husbands when their men passed out. The cheesecake was excellent.
Mr. Woo stood. "Now it's time for us old folks to go to bed. May I suggest to our spa to our guest? Just the thing for weary bones."
"I didn't bring swim trunks."
"Oh, I think that will be all right, neh?" He looked at his nieces. Yei and Yi blushed and hid their faces.
He moved to pick up a nephew-in-law.
"Leave him!" Mrs. Woo held him back. "Serves them right. Come along, husband."
"Very well. Help yourself to my cellar, my guest."
"Thank you."
While the girls went to change, I picked a nice Bollinger out of the racks, and used the cellar steps to get to the spa. A light dusting of snow had begun to fall. I lifted off the insulated foam rubber cover and moved it aside. I used the pegs, usually reserved for robes and the like, for my clothes. A transparent bin of freshly laundered towels had been put out for our use. The tub was warm and inviting. The snow provided welcome relief for my head. I experimented with the jets and got things going.
The girls hadn't packed for a romantic encounter. Their suits were conventional. Yei wore a dark blue one piece and Yi's lime green bikini was more like a t-shirt and shorts in coverage. They approached the tub, skipping like deer. I used my intuition and sought out what they both desired.
Oddly enough, it started with my approval. Each wanted to know they made the grade. "Stop." It was like they hit a brick wall. "Those suits are hideous. Take them off." They looked at each other. "Please. They are beneath you. Look." I stood. They gasped. "I'm naked." It was cold, so I sat back down.
Now they HAD to be naked in the hot water with me. They peeled off their suits. Their tits were pointy in the chill. Yei's were shaped like Ethiopia, Yi's were round like upturned champagne glasses. Both of them were pale, rendered all the paler for the snowlight reflecting on their bodies.
They slipped into the tub, one on either side of me. First I kissed Yei, her kisses were long and soft. She wrapped her arms around me. I played with her full, long hair. Then I turned and kissed Yi. Her kisses had fire and an urgency to them. She stroked my cock as out tongues danced.
Elder sister got me first. Yei then straddled me and pushed my cock inside her. She leaned her head back and reveled in her dream come true. I pushed a tit up to my lips and sucked. She rocked back and forth, rubbing her clit on my loins. She called out my name over and over, finally screaming it loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Moments later, I shot my seed inside her belly. It turned me on, knowing for certain I had filled her womb.
I told Yei she was fantastic and slid her off me. Without a moment's hesitation, Yi slid on next. My dick was flaccid inside of her but she seemed not to care. She kissed me long and hard. She licked the sweat off of my neck and I felt my blood return. "Ohhhh. I can feel you filling me." It was true. I was filling her. She grunted, groaned and squirmed but did not leave. Instead, she planted her feet on the spa's floor and began to pile drive my pillar with her cunt.
I felt myself slide in and out of her. We couldn't maintain the kiss. She wrapped her hands around my neck for stability and then rode up and down, faster and faster. She started calling out my name. I thought about twins in her belly and I began my launch sequence too. When she screamed my name in climax, I let go as well.
This time the neighbors turned on the lights and looked out. We hid beneath the tub's lip and laughed quietly. When the light went off. Yei poured us all some champagne. Then we resumed our lovemaking. Assured of my approval, their desire now wandered to a big dicked stud who fucked them all night. Neither of them sucked dick, which was a bit of a disappointment but the tub wasn't suited for it anyway. After and hour or so, they simply started to nod off. The heat of the water was getting to me too. We slipped out, toweled off, robed, recovered clothes and stepped inside.
We could hear their husbands snoring. The two girls frowned venomously in their direction. That gave me an idea. I shushed them and led them into the dining room. I took Yei's hands and braced them on the table right in front of her spouse. I flipped up the back of her robe and opened the front of mine.
Yei and Yi was shocked at my boldness. I slid between Yei's pale mounds before she could protest in earnest. I slid in and out slowly. Yei began to make noise, so her sister gave her a towel to bite on. There, in front of her husband and brother-in-law, Yei Woo experienced bliss. I shuddered in my own orgasm. If he had opened his eyes he would know that she was mine. I had taken this weak man's wife. I was done with her. I withdrew.
Yei turned at once and kissed my chest and thanked me. She would have kept on thanking me but it was Yi's turn. We walked to her husband's side of the table. Mrs. Woo had left nothing but smooth wood on the surface of the table so picking up Yi and placing her on it was easy. Again, the sisters enjoyed the risqué' nature of the sex.
Yi spread her legs, I opened her robe and pulled her forward until I could insert into her cleanly. Then I rocked my body back and forth. Yei gave her sister a towel. Yi liked it fast so I obliged. Then her sister, overcome with lust, bent on top of Yi and began sucking her right tit. If the boys had woken up then!
The sex evolved a gentle rhythm of its own. As I scratched Yei ass with one hand I laughed inside. I shot my load deep within her, sparking her uterus. I continued until my lover had her own "moment." Yi bit down hard on the towel.
We were all three tired. Not much could have topped that. The sisters said goodbye to me and promised to return to England each Christmas. "With more frustrated beautiful women, I hope." We laughed. I drove home.
Yi and Yei talked that night as sisters. They wiped themselves up and lay in bed with each other. When the boys woke up they would be thrilled, despite their throbbing hangovers. The girls would tell them that they didn't want to go to expensive London after all. It was selfish of them. Their hardworking husbands could continue playing golf all day. They cold even take the train to Scotland if they wanted. They would just stay there, with Uncle.
The men would be predictably too dull-witted to look beyond their own desires. They would go to Scotland. The sisters would stay here and fuck their dream lover as often as they could.
As I drove home, I was looking forward to sleeping in my own bed. As I arrived at home, the manor's rover was parked along the side. The lights were on, smoke billowed from the chimney and I could see people moving about. I entered.
Carmen greeted me at the door. "Master! You are home." The place practically shined. Everything has been polished, wiped down and I even had new drapes. Fatima and her mother came in from my bedroom door. "You like?"
"Very much! Thank you ladies."
Fatima skipped over to the icebox. It was filled with sausages, vegetables and lager. "We even stocked the refrigerator."
"That was very thoughtful."
Mareet took my arm. "Fatima, your teacher has had a hard day. Pour him I lager while we put him to bed." Carmen took my other arm. There was no resisting them. Mareet smelled of spice, Carmen of mimosa.
They must have taken an old manor bed out of storage. The bloody thing practically took up the whole room. I checked the heater. It wasn't blocked. I couldn't easily see if it was still snowing. The old rover blocked my window. Still, the mattress did look better than my old one. "New bed?"
"The old one was so uncomfortable...for master." Carmen laughed softly.
They dressed me in sleep clothes that smelled a bit of cedar. Fatima brought my beer. It was very cold, the way I like it. Then began lighting the dozens of candles around the room. Some were left over from my liaison with Prudence. Others were new. I even I spied two new shelves. I wondered who put them up. Mareet arranged the pillows and Fatima propped me up on them and Carmen started a cigar for me and laid an ashtray in arm's reach. I was watching Carmen suck on the stogie when I felt Fatima's cheek rubbing my crotch.
"Enough." Mareet pulled her off. "She has plans." I figured the "she" was Carmen. She led her daughter out the bedroom door. Carmen followed after popping the cigar in my mouth. She switched off the light, leaving me, the candles, a beer and a cigar.
Minutes later, the door opened. The main room was lit only by firelight. Three dusky skinned beauties stood in the doorway to my bedroom. Each now wore their hair down. Their onyx eyes shimmered with the candles. Their bodies were wrapped in black lace lingerie'. They seemed to crawl on two legs towards my bed. First came Carmen. She wore a demi bra, garters and fishnet stockings. Mareet wore a French cut merry widow that supported and accentuated her already heavy breasts. She wore half her hair draped loosely over her front. Lastly came Fatima. She had teased out her hair. She wore nothing on top below she wore a kind of lace mini-skirt and black silk hose with an elastic band that required no garter.
They slithered into bed with me, like great cats. They took my cigar. They took my beer. They took my clothes, inch by inch. Then the kissing began. They kissed me all over. If I wanted beer or a smoke all I had to do was ask. But I was not permitted to move. The game was that they were my perfect servants, fulfilling all my needs without me lifting a finger.
"Tit." Mareet's jug filled my mouth. "Ass." Carmen's slid her rectum on my pole. "Cunt." Fatima's sweet pussy appeared over my mouth. I drank. She did taste like mango now. I licked along the sides and tickled her clit. Her lace skirt served as a screen, blinding me from the mouths kissing me. Now I knew what Hope had gone through. I licked the girl until she came. Mareet wiped Fatima's juices from my chin with her tongue. I think I fell asleep that way, with them kissing and nibbling me all over. That's how tired I was.
In the morning, Carmen got up early to fix breakfast. I could smell kippers (my favorite) frying. Mareet then rose, presumably to use the head leaving me in bed with Fatima.
The girl cuddled up to me. "Master, while we are alone. I have a favor to ask." I told her to go ahead. "Could you make me pregnant too? I want your baby so much." She squeezed me. "I will be an excellent mother, you'll see."
"Dear Fatima, there is so much of the world to see..."
"But I don't want to see the world..." she began to get all weepy. I knew I had passed my limits. I wanted to make this girl happy. Now she wanted to dedicate her whole life to sucking my dick. This was too much. I began to wonder if I had done worse to the town. Not all the women were bad. Some were excellent people. Did I have a right to, in actuality, ruin their marriages? "Perhaps, I have been too hasty."
Fatima thought I was addressing another issue. She squealed, threw off the blanket and stuffed my penis inside her. She was still riding me when Mareet retuned. The mother knelt beside the bed and whispered in my ear. "Did she tell you? She wants your child. I want your grandchild as well. Look at her bouncing up and down, happy as a bird. You know she wants it. What is it? Would you like her with bigger tits? Longer hair? Can't you just picture were with a big belly, giving your child suck?"
"No." I refused to be manipulated.
"NO?" Both women were outraged. I was afraid I had hurt their feelings.
Carmen rescued me. "Breakfast! Oh. When you are ready."
I was ready.
As Fatima and I drove off for school together, Carmen seemed to be fixing more breakfast and Mareet was gathering the linens. Both avoided my gaze.
On the drive, I allowed Fatima to undo my pants and make love to my penis. It seemed to calm her mind. As I drove into town, I saw the vicar standing by the market curb, like he was expecting a ride. I pulled over and allowed him to see Fatima's head on my lap.
"Morning, Vicar. Need a ride? Passenger seat is full but plenty of room in back." When he saw the young woman's head bobbing up and down on my lap, he was properly shocked. "What can I say? I'm her favorite teacher and she's my pet. Of course you'd know all about that. That little Filipina's your favorite for the same reason right? But opposite? Right?" Now he was afraid. "Don't worry. I'm the only one who knows. We know how to keep secrets, don't we, Vicar?" I dove off before he could reply. Fatima gagged. Threatening the Vicar had made me swell.
First period arrived and there was a strange woman in my classroom. "Morning Mister Carfax." The Liverpool accent was familiar. She was middle age, her short, layered hair complemented her long neck and slender body. She was dressed in a smartly cut, maroon maid or waitress dress that exposed her hefty bosom and fell only to mid, thigh. She stood by a well-stocked teacart like she owned it. The teacart lay next to my new lounge chair. The girls greeted me as well and went right to work, like they knew the woman.
"I'm sorry, Miss..."
"Oh you probably don't recognize me in my old waitress outfit. It's me George, Sela Shamus, Amanda's mum."
I was floored. Had I changed history that much? I searched my mind. No. I was sure she still was a widow, but what had I written to change her so much?
"Have a seat." I sat. "Amanda told me how much you appreciated our cigars."
"I didn't want to insult you."
"Nonsense. I took it as a challenge. I hadn't seen you in months, when I started exercising." Now the light began to dawn on me. I let her continue. "Scone?" She buttered the scone like she was licking a pussy. Then she straddled me and fed me the scone. Butter dripped down my chin. She swiped it up with one finger and fed it to me.
I craned my neck to see how my class was handling all this. They seemed to be taking notes!
"Don't mind them, George. Amanda said you thought they need a lesson on how to treat a man." She popped a strawberry half in her mouth.
"Well I.." was as far as I got. She kissed me with the fruit. We kissed as we chewed.
She got off of me. "Like my baking?"
"It's very good."
"Good? It's the best in town. Like my jam?" She placed a dollop on a toast point. Then she leaned forward to feed it to me. I had a great view of her jugs. "See girls? Men are visual creatures. Always go for the visuals; tits and ...." she spun and bent over her teacart. Her lacy panties showed a perfect camel toe beneath two tight cheeks."..ass." She turned to look me square in the eye. "See? He's almost hypnotized.
Don't be embarrassed, George. I like men finding me attractive. Notice I don't rush to the end. With one exception, men like to think that they are the hunters. Let him think he's won you over."
She turned to face the girls, her back to me. "Which brings me to our next topic. Now, girls, it is always important to keep the spirit of fun. Do NOT start anything you aren't willing to finish. And now the exception..." She spun. Her cleavage was covered with whipped cream. I did not know how she did it without my notice. " Sometimes men love to be romanced. They love thinking he is the only one who can unleash your inner animal." She jumped on me.
"Oh, George. Only you make me feel like this. You make me such a horny bitch!" She humped by rod through my wool trousers.
I joined in. "Oh, Sela! I am such the fool! Why haven't I seen it before?" That didn't stop me from licking the whipped cream off her chest. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied Cindy Yu stroking her left tit and breathing hard.
"That's enough for now I think, Mister Carfax." She slid off of me and straightened her garment. "You girls get the idea." They all nodded.
I found new respect for old Rory Shamus. He must have been quite the stud to keep this woman happy.
"You just enjoy the rest of the scones." She bent next to me, planted a kiss on my cheek and whispered "See you tonight." In my ear.
That's right. I would be at the Inn tonight. I did not wonder at the coincidence. She prepared to leave. "Sela?" She turned. "You are very beautiful woman."
She took it like she expected it. "Thank you, George." She turned and waved. "Bye, girls."
"Bye Mrs. Shamus."
And with a "Remember what I taught you." She breezed out the door.
Lessons went fine. I actually performed some instruction. Just before lunch, as the last class of the day left, Amy walked in, carrying a small duffle bag. She was dressed for jogging, in a sports top and loose nylon gym shorts. She tossed the bag into my chest.
"What's this for?"
"I got tired of just watching. Let's go."
I stared at her. She was as fit as a racehorse and as beautiful. Her hair was tied back and she stood there, looking at me with her hands on her hips. I found her cable-like arms and sculpted thighs well...intimidating. I was always more of a scholar.
"Come on. You look able enough."
True, the book had helped. I didn't think it helped me that much. But I did rise to challenges more of late. "All right. Let's have a go." Bugger pretension. I changed right then and there. She had a very good eye for my size, but it is hard to screw up a simple t-shirt and nylon shorts. We stopped by for my cross training shoes in my mini. Then we stretched and went for a go.
As we ran through town, I had the opportunity to observe it closely since my discovery of the book. The streets were better maintained. A few storefronts had gone vacant while a couple of others opened up. Amy and I jogged by two new fitness centers, a new organic vegetable stand and a new health food store. I spied the Carfax's manor Rover in the market lot, but we kept our heart rate and our pace up so I didn't see who had come into town. The old chemists, vacant for years, had an advertisements that boasted "Damsel in Distress Day Spa: Coming Soon."
I smiled. "That must be Chastity and Hope's new business." The "damsel" being an oblique reference to me, George and the Dragon.
"Chastity and Hope?"
"The vicar's daughters."
"I'm Presbyterian."
"Right."
Onward we jogged, Amy took the lead. I began to fag out. Then I started to recall all my years of roadwork when I was on the Oxford boxing team. Due to some badly timed illnesses and injuries, I never got a real match fight, but the coach (what was his name?) said I was a natural. All the moves, and my endurance, came back to me like it was yesterday.
I surged ahead. Amy's competitive nature came to the fore and she raced ahead of me. I redoubled my speed and she surpassed it. We stayed there, she setting the pace and me forcing me to it, until we ran clear into the Public Gardens. I could sense her strength was flagging. I could hear her breath begin to rasp and her strides become less sure. She took me cross country, hoping her smaller size would serve her. But my footwork had always won praise (from who?). Side stepping roots and ducking branches was little more difficult than fading away from jabs and bobbing roundhouses. But I didn't pass her.
I kept on her heels, driving her to exhaustion the way the wolf drives the fallow deer. I actually felt more virile. As her strength waned, mine waxed. She had trouble maintaining her pace. At last, she tripped and tumbled.
I stood above her, panting. The sweat dripped off my brow. I felt great. "Well?"
Amy shot me a dirty look. Without tending to her abrasions, she bolted further into the gardens, this time up the wooded hill. I nipped at her heels. Near the top, she slipped on some pine needles and hit the ground with her belly. This time she lay there.
"You...win." She breathed. She pushed herself over. She was glowing with perspiration and her chest moved like a bellows.
"Come on. You get more air standing up." I took up her hand. We moved to the rise of the terrace. I walked her behind a pair of tall pines then kissed her. She tasted of salt. We were both, hot and sweaty. We peeled the clothes off of each other, then she wrapped her legs around me and I carried her to the ground. I humped her against the earth, slick with pine needles. She bit my shoulder. I licked the salt from her neck. We rutted. The cool sea breeze chilled my balls and cooled my arse. Hump after hump until we orgasmed in quiet groans, then we slaked our lust with our mouths as dessert.
"My back hurts."
I let her off the ground and withdrew her pleasure pole. "Better?"
"Some." She gave a rueful smile.
"Well then." I spun her around, for another go.
She took the tree in her hand and presented me her lovely tush for the rutting. "No. Please. I'm not suppose to wear you out."
I hand the dimples of her ass in either hand. "Those women at school tell you that? Never mind them. I am the man here." I guided my wood into her slot.
"Yesssss. Yess you are. Damn you are big." She flexed and her ass jutted up that much more. I accepted her invitation. "Ooooo. Mmmmm." She hummed in satisfaction. "My but you are a big boy, George. Give it to me, baby. Give your hot Amy a fucking I won't soon forget."
"You got it, luv." I did her like a stallion in season. We orgasmed again. She hummed in happiness, bent her back and hugged me with one arm. We kissed, then dressed and headed for school at an easy lope.
"Say, George, there isn't a place for me at Carfax is there?"
"What an odd thing to say."
"Not so odd. I could be your personal trainer. Lots of the upper class have them on staff. I grew up with horses too."
"Who says I am upper...oof! What the bloody hell?" an open palm had cut my advance short. Harold Fife blocked my path. Harold was big lad, all-rounder, and a rugger besides.
"Where the hell have you been? I saw you two go up that hill."
I forgot he often took lunch at the market. It was fortunate he didn't like leaving his lunch behind. What the hell was Amy thinking? She led me right by him.
"What the hell do you think you are doing, Carfax, prancing about with my woman?"
"We were just jogging, Harold."
"You stay out of this, Amy. And don't think I don't know about your 'little jogs.' That's how we met, remember?
Now about you, you mother-fucking..." he thumped his finger on my chest, just below, my collar bone.
I grabbed the finger with my right hand, his other hand with my left and levered the two against each other. When he screamed, I hooked my right leg behind his right knee, forcing it to collapse and drove him to the curb. When his head got low enough, I grabbed it instead of his finger and pinned the left side of his face to the cement, adding the weight of my right knee.
"We were just jogging, Harold. Got it?"
A small crowd had gathered. They watched me easily pin Harold.
"Is there some problem here?" Constable Greene just arrived.
He always kept a cool head so I did too. "Just a misunderstanding, Constable. Harold and I have it all worked out." I let the fellow up.
Harold tried to salvage some dignity before more people arrived. "Yeah. Everything's fine."
"Don't you have a sport report to watch, Harold?" Harold gave Amy a mean look and walked off.
"You all right, sir?"
He called me, sir! "No problem, Constable."
"Right. You call me if he bothers your are the misses again." He tipped his hat and returned to his usual job of watching for dips.
"Come on, Amy." We jogged on without me ever wondering where I learned hand-to-hand combat. Amy seemed to think I should be worried for her. Frankly, I knew she had led me on. What was she thinking, leading me past her husband like that? I did not care much about her earned consequences.
My attention was divided between worrying about what revenge Harold would take on me (he was half again my weight and size) and wondering if Beryl, Marjorie, and the other women at Carfax Manor that might enjoy a personal trainer.
I drove home. I had considered using the book against Fife but the blank pages were running out. I concluded he wasn't worth the vellum. Amy had reassured me that she would allay all his suspicions. Carmen and Fatima greeted me at the cottage. Fatima seemed back to her cheery self. And Carmen seemed, for lack of a better word, apologetic. They helped to dress me for the night. I packed the book in my luggage.
My old tux was a bit loose and tight in all the wrong places so we called down to Samuels, the old family tailor. Luckily, it turned out he had an evening tux with just my measurements, left behind by a previous customer. I dressed casually, packed an overnight bag and drove to the Inn at the Quay.
They old place had been built in the 20's when every coast town was trying to be a seaside resort. The inn was built small, so it survived the rough times better than the big places that had been torn down. The Shamus's bought it ten or so years ago, with the intention of getting it up to prime. As I passed through the white and glass doors I saw that they had succeeded, partially. The cheap rugs were threadbare, the leather and chrome furnishings were ten years out of date and the bar was closed in mid-day.
Even with the stop for the fitting, I was early. Amanda showed me to the bridal suite. It was a grand thing. On the top floor of the hotel (not counting the attic) it has a sitting room and office amenities like a desk, fax machine...even a wall safe. It possessed a balcony with a 270-degree view of the harbor. I could see the iron furniture on the patio below. The gas fireplace produced a large, cheery flame and never needed tending. The bar was stocked with new bottles of Norman apple brandy, Polish Vodka and Alsatian champagne, all my favorites.
The bedroom was spectacular. It had one whole wall of closets, covered with sliding mirror doors. Amanda slid the doors aside, showing me that Molly's wardrobe had already arrived. The ceiling and headboard wall was mirrored as well. The bed was huge, big enough for four. The bathtub was built for two. The walls and ceiling were ventilated so their mirrored surface never streamed up.
Amanda and I made small talk until the anti-pasti and red wine arrived and then she departed. I used the time to dress myself.
Molly arrived five minutes after I was ready. She was even more lovely then in the film. She knew how to make an entrance. She wore that silk, emerald green cocktail dress with a white fur robe over it. Her hair was like a crown of red gold. Her lips shined like polished coral against her pale skin. She wore drop earrings and a pendant of pink pearl and gold that suite her coloring perfectly. Her creamy calves seemed to pour from beneath the hem of her dress into her shoes.
I kissed her hand, kissed her lips and escorted her to dinner. The purpose of the fur coat was soon apparent. We dined on the patio, at night, in December, at the edge of the bay. Colleen, our waitress and Amanda's sister, loaned me the Inn's men's fox fur coat. The cold ensured our privacy better than any guard. They day was cold but clear and without much wind. We dined on rare, juicy, prime rib, parsnips, spring greens, a dry Aquitane red wine and a flaming crème brulet caramel and coffee for dessert.
We made lover's talk, the kind with a sweet inevitability to it. We talked football. She thought the world of Beryl, my sister. I gently snooped, finding out how I had changed her life from a fat brute to a lean, promising young lady. It turns out that the cycling had led to football. The club had introduced her to a healthy circle of friends. Practice left little time for sleeping around the town. Because she didn't miss class due to drug abuse or long weekends, she graduated on time, with Beryl. Essentially, the book and I had given her better things to do.
Things had changed when she saw the tape of me making love to Mareet and Fatima. When she spoke of the video, her voice was tinged with awe. She had to have me then. I told her how beautiful she was. She told me how handsome I looked. It was a wonderful evening of sweet nothings. Then I escorted her upstairs, to our suite. What a change from the afternoon in my car!
Hand in hand, we walked into our bedroom. I looked into her mica-blue eyes and kissed her deeply. I slipped the spaghetti straps off her ivory shoulders and kissed them. Her perfume was heavy and heady. I kissed up her neck to the cleft by her ear. She sighed and called my name. My lover let the dress fall, exposing her breasts to my caress.
I moved to turn off the complicated bank of lights, but she stayed my hand.
I stood still as she undid the studs of my shirt. She giggled as she pulled apart my bow tie, then kissed me beneath my chin. Up to my mouth, she kissed me and out breath mingled. She pushed and pulled off more of my crisp cottons, taking my bracers with them. With a deft flick, my trouser button separated and my slacks fell to the floor. I stepped out of them.
Boxer to panty, we stood there, at the foot of the bed, writhing , rubbing and exploring. When I had had enough, and I sensed she had had enough too, I took her up and carried her to bed. There we made love, tenderly, romantically, over and over. We sucked. We fucked. But always softly, with a concern for our bedmate and his/her particular hungers.
Molly loved cunnilingus most of all. I used my instincts to guide my tongue. I licked her lips and reached forward to twist her nipples simultaneously. Is able to anticipate all her needs, without her vocalizing them, which was good, because after her third orgasm she couldn't speak much. When I went after he g-spot her eyes began to roll into her sockets.
My personal favorite moment came when she slid over me, took my penis between her fingers and willfully inserted me inside. I fondled her breasts. Then she rode me, her red-gold crown thrashing back and forth as she worked herself to climax. She was so beautiful I almost cried...almost.
I awoke three more times that night complaining about the light. One time, after I moved to turn off the light, Molly slipped a blindfold on me instead and then made love to me. The blindfold love was our longest session. I had thought I had worn her out. But I fucked her doggy, missionary and even fucked on the floor with our legs overlapped so our groins met. The blindfold encouraged me to focus on her as my object of desire. She was the cunt I was fucking, that was all. I was so taken by the sensation, I left that blindfold on. Each time I slid inside and fucked her, half asleep or wide-awake I did not care and neither did she. She enjoyed every state.