Beverly watched the young man in the pool flounder about oddly.  He wasnt there to swim laps.  He really wasnt swimming at all.   Again he lay flat on the surface of the water, allowing his head and legs to dip into a hovering float.  At first reluctantly, and later laughing, children would approach and prod him and he would spring up and splash the perpetrator.  He was cute, and in his mid-twenties, with a  face that was pretty rather than handsome, and his eyes always seemed to turn in her direction when the loudest shrieks of amusement arose from the children, as though it were all for her.  Beverly watched, and tried to read her book.  The splashing spread among the children and, inevitably, a fight broke out and the young man immediately climbed out of the pool.  He strode by Beverlys chair on the way to his own, smiling widely at her.

Do you see what youve done? she asked with mock annoyance that came out a bit too sharply.

I should be spanked, the young man said, and slapped his own ass as he walked away.

Dickhead, Beverly sighed with a smile, then turned back to her book, growing increasingly perturbed that the young man didnt return.  

A few days later, Beverly was struggling in her driveway to remove a ping pong table from the back of her minivan, one half at a time.  She would wrestled with a determined scowl that didnt seem to help her move the damned thing.  Stepping back a minute, she examined a small cut on her hand and saw someone walking up the lawn towards her with a wide smile and a silly wave.  It was the man from the pool.

Im sorry, he said with that smile of his, I saw you here and I just couldnt pass by.  You want help, dont you?  No, dont shake your head.  Thats foolish.  Let me do this for you and in exchange you can owe me a favor.  Thats how it works, isnt it?  I impose my help and expect . . .

Will you please stop talking? Beverly  groaned.  Yes, help me with the table and well talk about what you get out of it some other time.

Not more than twenty minutes later, the two had the ping pong table set up in the garage.

Can we talk about what I want now? the young man asked.

Sure.  Tell me, Beverly answered, hoping it wasnt a game of ping pong.

I want to see your kitchen cabinets.

Oh, dear Christ, youre annoying.

This is it, Beverly.

Beverly paused, thinking for the first time.  She stared at this man, this Tom, as he had introduced himself as they set up the ping pong table.  What is that supposed to mean?

It means, Tom said, advancing on her slowly, kneeling down before her at the foot of the stairs that led from the garage to the house, grasping the backs of her ankles, rising up with his hands tracing the back of her legs, under her sun dress, letting the fabric fall between his palms, and finally kissing her, his tongue moving in her mouth as she wondered why she had let him touch her as though she were his, kissing him back.

Come in, Tom, she said when the kiss broke.  She opened the door to the house and the two entered into the kitchen, from the garage.  I dont stand on circumstance here, she said, sitting at the table.  She watched Tom disrobe with silent fascination.  She was pretty, she knew, but a man his age .  . .  it didnt seem that it should seem so right.  Over here now, she said when he was nude.  He walked forward with a hint of shyness that passed the moment her mouth enveloped his cock.  He squirmed as he moaned, and his squirms became thrusts, which she tolerated briefly until he began to make her gag.  Then she reached down and grabbed his balls, hard.  Tom yelped and stopped, understanding.   Understanding so well that he stopped thrusting and stood stock still.  Unwilling to bob her head up and down for Toms viewing pleasure, she instead grabbed either side of his hips and began to guide him, holding her head still.  There was somehow something masculine about fucking Tom in and out of her mouth, something that made her smile and entertain the notion of biting his cock off.  


She finished before he did, tired of sucking him before he could cum.  Leaning back into the chair, Beverly stared up at him excited eyes that felt somehow weary.   Take my panties off, Tom.  Tom knelt before her on the floor and she lifted her leg, just one, and put it over his should as if to tease him, when he reached under her skirt for her underwear.  Beverly did help him by lifting her ass either, letting him struggle for several minutes before rising to his feet with her panties.  Hand them to me, Beverly instructed.  Tom did as he was asked.

Beverly reached out with her panties and wrapped them around Toms dick.  As soon as she began masturbating him, he groaned loudly.  I bet this brings back memories, Beverly said.  Howd a boy like you get to be such a big man?  She gazed up with genuine concern. And still remain a boy?  Tell me the truth, Tom.  It wont hurt.  I promise.

I dont know.  I was mature for my age when I was younger, but then I just kind of stagnated.  Im not sure how or why.  But when I noticed you a few weeks ago, I thought that there was just something about you that . . . 

Tom.  Tom!  A few weeks ago?  Beverlys hand slowed on Toms cock but didnt stop.  Tom, youve been stalking me?

I followed you a few placed, I took a few pictures.

To build a shrine with?

No.  To masturbate to.

You son of a bitch.  Beverly rose from her chair, not entirely displeased, but very annoyed and rattled.  When she felt Toms body encase hers from behind, she yelped.

Theres only one of me.  Im not crazy. Not very.  Please dont be mad and please, please dont be frightened.  I dont think I love you, but I saw you and I saw the incarnation of some archetype Ive held for what seems like longer than Ive been alive.  Youre a goddess to me, Beverly.  He held her close, closer than she wanted.  Youre everything I  ever wanted in a woman.  Let me worship you.  Tom bent Beverly over the table, lifted up the skirt of her sundress and before Beverly know what was happening, he was inside her.  This pedestal isnt too high, is it?

No, she gasped without thinking.

I need you so bad, Beverly.  I need this like water need air to serve as a counterpoint to.  I need to be inside the pussy of a woman so perfect I wish she had birthed me.

Beverly grunted and whimpered and tried not to make more noise as Toms words played at some strange chord in her mind and his cock sawed in and out of her, making the walls of her pussy contract and spasm with pleasure as the hard dick inside of her massaged their clasping walls.

Tell me love is not more to you than a word or a promise seldom kept, tell me love is colored by this, that need molds lust, that my desire for you cauterizes the loose ends of your heart.  What I cannot win, I will make whole.  You and it.

Stop, stop, Beverly grunted, wincing over her shoulder at Tom.  

Im not mean.  And these arent cruel words.  What your mind says at other moments . . .

Oh God, oh God.  Yes! Beverly cried, no longer able to stifle herself,  and sagged in orgasm, feeling wounded and suspicious.  Tom continued fucking her, faster now, trying just for relief.  And still he spoke.

I need you.  I fucking need you and I cant help it.  Do you know how that feels?  Tell me, tell me, tell me . . .  Tom came deep inside her and slumped against her body as she straightened.  Tell me and Ill go.  If you want, tell me.  And Ill go.

You can go, Beverly said, uncertainly.  Youll, youll likely come back the next time you need your dick sucked.  Tom paused in dressing and glanced up her.  I didnt mean that, Tom.  Im sorry.

You did mean it.  Tom frowned.  Maybe what just happened was really just the sum of its parts, but what I felt and what I hope you felt  I hope those things factor in.  Tom advanced on Beverly.  Beverly, he said softly and kissed her.  When they broke the kiss, Beverly lay her head on his chest and smiled.

This doesnt mean we love each other. You got that? 

Does it mean I should stay?

Pulling back from the embrace, Beverly answered, My kids will be home in an hour.  Though Im sure theyd love to meet the man who made their mother cum, Im not sure Id cope well with the awkwardness.

So I guess that means Ill piston my cunt plunger in and out of your syrupy fuck tunnel some other time.

Oh, for Gods sake!!!

Sorry.  Bad joke.

