Livin' In the Country
Chapter 18
It took a lot longer than I had planned to walk from the bus depot to my
home in the woods, especially carrying my suitcase, which was crammed full of
souvenirs from my trip to La-La Land. It was a bit on the spooky side to
traverse territory that I was familiar with during the daylight hours, but
became a bit mysterious and even threatening at times when there was little
light to help one pick his way through the obstacles that one normally
encountered during the day. Then in the clearing I saw my home, the place where
this man was king, or soon would be once more, that was for damn sure!
I made no effort to disguise my entrance, discovering that I needed my
key to gain entry. In normal times I kept the door unlocked to make exiting from
the place in the case of an emergency a whole hell of a lot easier. Naturally in
the country one never had to worry about anything entering unless it might be
the occasional foraging critter that usually meant no harm. Entering my darkened
domicile I stood quietly in the front room just listening to all the sounds
issuing from its occupants, most of them being located on the second floor.
Things didn't seem to have changed much based on what my ears picked up.
I could hear the rhythmic creaking of the bedsprings coming from Jack's room,
punctuated by an occasional moan that definitely sounded as if he was till
trying to nail Tammi to the mattress and she was enjoying the hell out of his
efforts. I wondered whether he was fucking his whole or half sister, then
mentally chastised myself for being the kind of asshole I disliked.
Instead I should have been thinking about how to get into that little
cunt's pants as fast as possible. She was street legal, fourteen at least, and
definitely not related to me by blood. What more could a man ask for, if he was
hunting fresh, young pussy than one that was under his roof. The more I thought
about it, the better the idea became of telling Rhonda that in the future if she
wanted her darling daughter to be living under my roof, that little prick teaser
was going to have to start giving it up to the landlord, namely yours truly, on
a regular basis.
The sound of a loud giggle followed by the hushing that could only be
coming from my dear, faithful wife, Rhonda, broke the spell I had cast over
myself. For a brief second I wanted to dash up those stairs, break down the door
of her, or should I say our, bedroom and throw the giggling SOB right through
the fucking window. Then I thought better of that idea since I realized that the
giggling was issuing from a female of the species. Maybe it was that bitch May,
already moving in on my territory and my possessions. Now the idea of going up
those stairs sounded better once more. I could just see the look on that fat
piece of crap's face as I pitched her flabby ass clean out the window. What a
rush!
So with dreams of throwing two hundred pound plus women through the
bedroom window I drifted off into a very deep sleep that lasted well into the
morning. I awoke to the sound of little voices murmuring in the background. I
opened one eye to discover that I was surrounded by a bunch of little people
that I soon realized were the more recent members of Rhonda's brood. I tried to
shut my eyes and go back to sleep but my hopes were in vain. Then I heard the
sound of footsteps that could only be made by larger versions of the rug rats
that were laying seige to my person. I picked up the sound of a strangled gasp
that sounded female, but was not Rhonda. I took a peek and there in all her
corpulence stood my dear friend May. However what got my dander up was her
companion, a tall skinny drink of water who looked to be in his teens. I decided
to play possum in hopes of smoking Rhonda out into the open and discovering the
relationship between these three folks.
I did not have long to wait, for waltzing down the stairs and giggling
to beat hell was my dear faithful wife Rhonda with her bare pussy exposed to the
world along with everything else attached to that big broad body of hers. "I do
have to admit that this young one can surely deliver the lumber. I swear I hear
squishing everytime I take a step. Damn, that cock of his hardly ever got soft
except for that time we double teamed his scrawny ass for the better part of a
couple of hours and never did give him a chance to recover until that pecker was
so limp you could tie a knot in it. I can hardly wait until his older brother
comes by and sees how much of his jumbo poker he can ram up my asshole in one
thrust...Oh my god, look what finally dragged his candy ass back home where it
belongs. It's about time!"
I must admit that Rhonda's approach to covering her ass and everything
else she had was the only one that had a chance of working. In normal times I
might have let this little transgression slip in the interests of family
harmony, but knowing what I now knew I was about to cloud up and rain all over
her. I sat up, squinted at May and the kid and told them they had fifteen
seconds to clear the premises or face the consequences. May wasn't grinning any
longer now that she got a good look at my face.
I did forget to mention that during the last month of my life at E-cubed
I grew a beard in order to fit in with most of the stunt cocks that were
currently doing their thing for Philo. I liked the evil look it gave me and so I
kept it as a souvenir of my visit to La-La Land. As one of my "buds" so
succinctly described things, the balder the talent's pussies became, the thicker
we had to grow our facial hair in the interests of conserving matter and energy
and at the same time keeping the universe in its natural state of dynamic
equilibrium. Personally I didn't understand most of what he said, but I loved
the way he said it. I wonder what kind of a mind he might have if he stopped
loading it up with drugs, but such was the life in the porn business.
When I got off the couch and made a move toward the pair, they backed
off and headed for the front door, leaving me alone with my faithless, lying,
cunt of a wife, who for one brief second teetered on the edge of major pain.
However I relented, perhaps because I was raised different or worse yet because
I had spent too many years letting her have her own way. It had almost gotten
to the point that she was in command. I had proven to be a reluctant dragon when
it came to ruling the roost with the kind of iron hand that was absolutely
necessary to keep bitches like Rhonda from taking control.
To her credit, Rhonda realized that she was dealing with a different
breed of cat and she had better be careful of what she said and did. She decided
to use some honey to calm me down. She suggested that she and I go back
upstairs, get naked and have a nice long getting to know you session featuring
plenty of pussy, asshole and if necessary an occasional blowjob for a nice
change of pace, to make sure things didn't get too routine for yours truly. I
must admit that old habits are hard to break . I was sorely tempted until I
recalled the giggling that came from her bedroom last night. Bad enough she was
cheating on me with May, but adding insult to injury by letting some callow
youth fuck her as well, was too much for this cowboy to take.
"If you expect me to wallow around like some dumb boar hog in that mess
of a bed after your girlfriend May and that other galoot have ruined the sheets
and probably the mattress as well, you must think I'm dumb, crazy or both. What
I would suggest,and that's strictly a polite way of saying do it or else, is
that you drag your fat, sorry ass upstairs and clean up the mess the three of
you made here last night. I expect to see that mattress outside airing out
before I see hide or hair of your cheating ass! Then I want you to fix me
something to eat since I have some traveling to do today, and don't bother
asking who or what for, that's my damned business."
I hitched a ride out towards the school house that was the headquarters
of one Mimi Marlowe. She and I had done some business a while back involving a
swap of two of my house guests, the incomparable micro-pussy known as Marie and
her wimpy masochist of a husband, Marty, for a number of weekends with the
Tolliver twins, Teri and Traci. Now more than ever it was imperative that I have
access to these twin paragons of feminine pulchritude. A swap is a swap, and as
far as this old country boy was concerned, Ms Marlowe had welshed on the deal.
My arrival was fortuitously timed, as school was just letting out,
releasing a horde of sex crazed teens onto the countryside. The sap was running
strong in these young'uns, a sure sign that all was well with the world in this
neck of the woods. I took this opportunity to checkout the local talent, looking
for perhaps one or two young ladies who had that glint in their eyes which meant
they were attracted to those of my advanced age and hoped to exchange their
virtue for the wisdom and knowledge that I might choose to impart to them when I
wasn't invading their various orifices with fingers, tongue and hard cock. To my
delight I did make eye contact with one dark-haired, sweet young thing who
looked to be about fourteen, a fine age at which to begin her journey toward
total fulfillment or something closely akin to it.
Making a mental note to follow up on this little lady at a later date, I
entered the school house and there she was, in the flesh, so to speak, Ms Mimi
Marlowe. She was paying close attention to the goings-on occurring a few feet
from her desk. There stood this skinny young fellow with his pecker hanging from
his trousers; well to be honest it wasn't hanging, it was more like poking due
to its stiffness. At the tip of his appendage was this pair of lips capturing
the head of his organ in a vise-like grip. Attached to those bee-stung lips was
a cute elfish face featuring freckles and a set of pale blue eyes. Framing this
was a halo of auburn hair feathering out at the sides. I immediately added this
vision to my list of things to be done at a later date.
Ms Marlowe gave an angry glare at my temerity to disturb her as she did
some private tutoring. I realized that she did not recognize me through the
facial hair that now grew in abundance, covering my features. "It's me Ms
Marlowe, I've returned from my visit to La-La Land and you and I must speak
about the arrangement that we made concerning the use of the Tolliver twins as
well as your care and handling of Marty and Marie. I have little time for
politeness in this manner." Having said that I gave the two youngsters a look
that spoke volumes and gave a little nod of my head in the direction of the door
to the school house. They proved to be of good manners and were a tribute to
Mimi Marlowe's abilities as an educator, for almost immediately they
disappeared, leaving me and their teacher alone.
Prior to returning from my epiphany of sorts on the Left Coast, I might
have wilted before the withering stare that this middle aged lady gave me. I had
witnessed its effect on a few folk and it was an impressive sight to behold.
However I was protected by the cloak of righteousness and it did not have any
influence on my resolve. Realizing that, she quickly switched gears and invited
me to stay for supper so we could discuss this matter in detail. I immediately
accepted, which set her back a bit. She made a serious blunder by invoking the
name of my faithless wife as if that would stop me from obtaining that which was
mine.
When I replied that Rhonda no longer had any power over my comings or
goings her face grew a shade paler than normal. Then she broke into this smile
that I had never seen on that woman's face. I accepted it as a sign that she was
in her own way capitulating on this matter already. That just goes to show that
I still had not put all my new wisdom to proper use.
We walked the quarter of a mile to her secluded and very comfortable
house. I'd been inside a few times for brief visits and had been most impressed
by her decorations and the furniture she had collected. I do remember that she
had a wing of the house closed off to visitors. It was in this wing that she
kept her real treasures such as the Tolliver twins, Teri and Traci, not to
mention Marty and Marie, I assumed, and perhaps a few graduates from her school
for sex as most folk referred to that special set of classes she taught after
school to a very select group of students. I could not resist making small talk
about her special classes, hoping to draw her out a little and learn something
about the current state of affairs that might give me more ammunition for the
fight I knew was coming. She was rather noncommital with her replies to my
questions, indicating that there was some weakness in her defenses that she'd
rather I didn't know.
She offered me some lemonade once we arrived and got settled in her
parlor. I gratefully accepted and while she bustled around within her kitchen I
took a good look at my surroundings. There was this large leather bound folio on
the desk by the window. I could not resist the temptation and so I went over to
it and opened to a random page. There, staring back out at me, was Marie the
micropussy wearing some kind of a leather contraption that started a few inches
above her shaved pussy and ended a few inches below her big jugs. I could not
help noticing that her nipples were heavily coated with some kind of cosmetic
that called attention to just how stiff and fat they were. Then I realized that
the same material had been applied to her cunt lips, which were just as plump
and dark as her nipples. Whatever that garment was that she was wearing, it made
her waist appear to be as narrow as a child's which wasn't too far from the
truth considering her size. I couldn't help licking my lips as I stared at this
vision of sexiness. I had never even got a chance for a sniff of that micropussy
thanks to Rhonda and that moronic son of hers, Jack the jerk-off. To think I had
traded her away for absolutely nothing brought my blood to near boiling.
I was lost in thought to the point that I was unaware that Mimi Marlowe
had returned and was now standing less than a couple of feet from where I stood,
still leaning forward and lamenting over what might have been. When she spoke I
nearly jumped from my skin. "She's one of my best pupils, that one. It's hard to
keep up with the demand for her unique services. It's truly amazing how many men
have this child fetish and she's just perfect. She's small like a child and
she's got absolutely great tits and a pussy that's still tight as a toddler's
thanks to some corrective surgery I had her undergo recently."
In an effort to recover from this disadvantage I asked if Marie was at
the house. Mimi gave me a knowing grin and shook her head. "No, she 's off on an
assignment in the next county. It seems that the patriarch of one of the larger
families in that neck of the woods is having his seventy-fifth birthday and
she's his birthday present. She'll be handling his every wish and whim until the
weekend when I shall pick her up and bring her back for some rest. You know how
those rustics can get, especially the old ones. I'm sure she'll be well worn by
the time I get there and just dying for some time to herself so the soreness can
be soothed and the swelling of her private parts can disappear. Then she'll be
ready to once again be put out for bids and believe you me, she has plenty of
followers already."
Mimi offered me a glass of lemonade and had me settle myself down beside
her. I couldn't help but detect this musky aroma issuing from the teacher's
body. The next thing I knew, her hand was on my thigh, just resting there as if
my thigh was just another piece of furniture in this well appointed room. I
could not believe what was happening. Could it be that I was about to be
seduced by the mysterious and powerful Ms Mimi Marlowe? Wouldn't that be
something for the books. I'm sure that if that did occur and I chose to share
this knowledge with others in the countryside they would lose all respect for my
honesty and mental well-being. I was in a quandry as to how to respond to this
not so subtle overture.
I had a flashback to what I witnessed during the shindig I hosted. There
she was as naked as a jaybird, her every orifice tightly plugged by what seemed
like an army of sex maddened teens who treated her as if she was the queen bee.
What really stood out in my mental picture was the handcuffs she wore. How
confident of her sexuality and power could a woman of her age be than to allow
herself to be restrained in such a manner and then accept whatever her
assailants could do to her naked, helpless body? I remember being quite amazed
that she would dare to place herself in such a precarious situation, but here
she was, fit as a fiddle and doing her best to throw a net over my quivering
form.
( To be continued)
