Livin' In the Country
Chapter 19
Mimi Marlowe and I continued to make some small talk before I got down
to brass tacks, to wit, the arrangement she and I had made concerning swapping
the Tolliver twins for Marty and Marie. I quickly noticed the change in my
charming hostess. She looked at me through narrowed eyes and I could see the
muscle along her jaw tensing. I also noticed for the first time that Ms Marlowe
looked considerably younger since last I'd set eyes on her. As she casually
deflected my initial overture concerning our arrangement, her hand continued to
remain fixed to my thigh as if letting me know that my boorish behavior had not
yet annoyed her to the point that she felt it necessary to call in the heavy
artillery. She then proceeded to tell me a story that put me at a tremendous
disadvantage if it be proven true.
"My dear man, we had an arrangement where both parties promised to do
certain things at certain times. I lived up to my part of that bargain, you
sir,did not! I personally delivered my darling twins to your home at the
appointed date and time. You were nowhere to be found. Had not your dear wife
extended her graciously hospitality, the twins and I would have been forced to
make the long trip back to my place, our part of the agreement unfulfilled. I
must say that the four of us had a wonderful time together and the girls had a
most enjoyable stay getting to know your wife in the biblical sense. Rhonda did
inform me that you had another engagement that appeared to take priority over
our arrangement. This did not sit well with me then, and it does not sit well
with me now."
"Despite this serious breach of contract on your part I still felt duty
bound to make a second attempt to honor my commitment . For the second time you
insulted our agreement as well as me personally, by disappearing to fulfill
another "more pressing engagement" is the way that your long suffering wife
described your absence this time. Once more she reaped the benefits that you so
cavalierly discarded. I am aware that you were in contact with your wife while
the twins and I were visiting ,but you did not even have the common courtesy to
speak to me personally and provide whatever explanation you thought appropriate
to justify your lack of good manners."
Had this been a prize fight, the referee would have stopped the bout at
this time and awarded both ears and my ass to the winner, if you'll forgive the
mixed metaphors or whatever the hell it is I just said. During her last salvo,
Ms Marlowe's hand had dug deep into my thigh from the passion that she felt. At
least that's what I presumed at the time. She then let loose another fusillade
of accusations in an attempt to finish me off. At this point I tried to make
some type of flanking movement before she totally overran my weakening position.
I made a botch of things, being unprepared to dredge up all the facts that would
be necessary to make some sort of an argument that I was just the innocent
victim of a vitriolic wife in league with a discontented widow and her spinster
daughter. To be blunt, she squashed my attempt at a defense like it was a bug.
"You have the unmitigated gall to sit here in my parlor, drinking my
lemonade, and telling me such prevarications that you must assume that I am
totally devoid of any shred of intelligence. Sir, I am disappointed with you,
very disappointed indeed! Despite your decidedly uncivil behavior I tried a
third time to honor our agreement, bringing my two charges to your home the
following weekend to discover that you had deserted home and family in the
pursuit of some strange pot of dross at the end of a rainbow that terminated in
a place of sin and sinners."
" Shortly thereafter our arrangement was declared null and void by the
right honorable Justice Rufus T. Firefly after he heard my case against you. You
sir, chose to ignore his subpoena, thus forfeiting your right to continue to
house and maintain Marty and Marie, who are now my semi-permanent guests and
employees. Now after nearly a two month absence you appear at the school,
unannounced, interrupting one of my after class instruction periods and
demanding to have your rights to the aforementioned Marty and Marie restored!
You must have contracted some disease on your trip that has affected your
ability to reason clearly. I must say that I do feel some sorrow over this loss
of sense that you are exhibiting, having secretly always held you in a higher
category than the typical folk living in this neck of the woods."
I was struck dumb by this barrage of facts and events to which I was not
privy. This was devastating news. Coming on top of the revelation that I had
received from Philo Plankton, my brave new world was beginning to be reduced to
rubble. Without thinking, I slammed my fist down on Mimi Marlowe's hand, causing
her a bit of a fright, but not doing too much harm to her physically. Call it
intuition, or dumb luck, but my response to her version of the truth got her
attention and put her on the defensive for a brief moment.
"Sir, what has gotten into you? Please sir, do not perpetrate any
violence on my person, I am doing nothing more than speaking the truth and
defending myself from your decidedly incorrect assumptions and accusations."
Reading between the lines it appeared that my outburst had taken some of the
starch out of the lady. Whatever it was , I was now in a position to make some
hay while the sun was shining. Don't ask why I said what I said, but damned if
it didn't stop her in her tracks.
"I suppose I better turn tail and get out of here before you sic your
old friend sheriff Vlad on my sorry ass." No sooner were the words out of my
piehole then she slapped me soundly across the face and burst into tears. I
didn't know whether to shit or go blind, so I compromised, closing my eyes and
farting. It dawned on me that my remark about the sheriff had struck a nerve. I
remembered the story of how she had gained control of the Tolliver twins and
this individual was an integral part of the team that made it happen. Then it
hit me; what had Ms Marlowe given up in exchange for his support? All the rumors
had it that she swapped some of her pussy for the Tolliver twin's pussies, a
fairly equitable exchange under the circumstances. Perhaps there was a lot more
than just the exchange of bodily fluids between her and the sheriff. Now her
actions made a whole hell of a lot of sense.
It is well known down in these parts that sheriff Vlad is one mean SOB.
He treated his first wife, Vicky, like she was dirt, whoring her out to build up
a nestegg that allowed him to have a nice house and all the other things that
came with the good life in these parts. Later when she got herself badly
crippled in some kind of an arrangement between Vlad and judge Kurtz involving
his daughter, Candi, he installed the former sergeant Kurtz in his place to
effectively take care of his crippled wife and become his live-in sex slave.
This situation was still in force to the best of my knowledge, although the
private life of the sheriff is not something that one could poke into, unless
they were looking to leave this earth in a pine box.
Throwing caution to the winds, I opted to go on the offensive and let
the chips fall where they may. I grabbed her hand at the wrist and squeezed it
hard, all the time giving her my best bad ass stare. "You have made a very bad
mistake missy. You may have gotten away with that little pack of lies and even
that slap in the face before I went to the Left Coast, but that was then and
this is now. I'm gonna have to make your sorry ass pay dearly for showing me
this kind of disrespect. As for your buddy Vlad, he's welcome to come round and
try to do something about what I'm about to do to you if he's man enough." The
look that came over her face told me my gamble had paid off, I'd just drawn to
an ace high straight. I had just become the proud owner, or was it leasee, of
Mimi Marlowe's tight ass, and I intended to make the most of it starting right
now.
"I intend to tan that scrawny ass of yours with my belt for your
impertinence. Now I'm a generous man, so you have the option of shucking those
clothes off here and now and bending your sorry ass over the arm of that chair
over there so I can beat it black and blue. Or, we can go to your room and do
the deed in private. It's your call, but either way that bare ass is going to
take a major bruising."
Mimi led the way towards her bedroom, located on the second floor well
off the stairway. I followed, taking the opportunity to check out her ass and
legs as she mounted the stairs and then walked briskly down the carpeted hall
leading to her boudoir, as she described it. I remember an old saying about he
who rides the tiger dare not dismount, and I thought it was funny that here I
was, riding one mean pussy with everything on the line. I still was
congratulating myself on my brilliant recover from disaster, and looking forward
to watching my vanguished foe take off her clothes so I could beat the tar out
of her for being insubordinate. Mimi Marlowe was about to learn that the new me
ran a very tight ship and brooked no nonsense from the hired help.
I received a number of surprises once we were inside her inner sanctum.
She switched on a light, then removed her dress in the illuminated circle it
provided. Now I had seen Mimi Marlowe naked on two occasions at the clambake
I'd thrown at my house. What she proceeded to reveal did not match my memory.
Once she popped her tits free of her bra I was confronted with a pair of pert,
perky, stiff-nippled beauties that sat on her chest proud as a pair of mourning
doves. What in the world had happened to that set of saggy bags of well used
flesh that hung from her chest the last time I'd seen her in the altogether? I
did notice a little grin sneaking across her features as she stood there in just
her bikinis and took a few deep breaths to call attention to what she was
packing these days. I was most impressed.
The next surprise came once she rolled her bikinis down her legs, and
stepped out of them to reveal a perfectly smooth pussy with a set of cunt lips
that looked like a coin slot. Now I know for a fact that Mimi Marlowe was fast
approaching a half century on this earth, and no woman that age ever had a pussy
that looked like the one at which I was gawking. Things became even more surreal
when she made a slow turn to let me view the ass that I was about to pound into
something resembling raw hambuger. Where had those saggy cheeks gone? How in the
world did she manage to lose the patches of cellulite that I had easily detected
while I was watching her being made airtight by a gaggle of sex crazed
teenagers? Then it slowly dawned on me that I had also taken notice of the fact
that her face had looked much firmer and well defined than when last we had met.
"Well, what do you think? Do I pass inspection? How do you want me, bent
over the bed on my arms or perhaps lying on my stomach?" I was too busy trying
not to swallow my tongue to answer her questions. Then she delivered the coup de
grace, another of those damned french words that nail things right on the head,
by sweetly asking if she could wear her handcuffs while I was disciplining her,
arguing that she felt more comfortable in a situation like this if she was
restrained and therefore helpless to prevent whatever was to occur. "In point of
fact in such a circumstance as I now find myself, the handcuffs act as a
security blanket. I become much more relaxed and can endure nearly anything an
angry gentleman like yourself can deal out to me." The use of the word
"gentleman" was deliberate and definitely not made sarcastically. I found myself
developing an erection that if not dealt with quickly, would prove to be a
significant impediment to my disciplining of Ms Marlowe.
I do believe that this minx had deliberately set this whole thing up
just to get me into bed with her. At times I also believe that I am related by
blood to Leonardo DaVinci, which is just as realistic a thought as the previous
one. Without going into the details too much, I was convinced to temporarily put
aside my plans to tan Ms Marlowe's ass and accept in lieu of that her heart-felt
contrition for her poor judgement when it came to evaluating my ethics and moral
intergity.
Without sounding as if I am bragging, it is only fair to say that I have
spent time in the past with many mature women, most of whom used their knowledge
and experience to overcome any physical imperfections that may have developed
with the passage of time. In the case of this woman, she seemed to have found
the fountain of youth while retaining the wisdom and experience that usually
comes with the aging process. I will not claim that she was the best I ever had,
such an evaluation being strictly subjective. However when I combined her
expertise and the elasticity and firmness of her body, both inside and out, I
had to admit that she was a superior bedpartner.
When she ushered me into her inner self, guiding my stiff member with
practiced skill, I immediately noticed that this woman was tight as a new bride,
an amazing characteristic for one her age, despite what she looked to be. It got
even better when after a few strokes I felt her lubricating. After that it was
just one fine ride which we prolonged by changing positions every few minutes
and even taking short rests while we remained locked tighty together at the
loins. All good things must come to an end and so it was for our first coupling.
Mimi was most insistent that we engage in a rematch as soon as she
cleaned up. I suggested that perhaps we might take a shower together and then
see what developed. She heartily agreed and so we took the party down the hall
for a time. Even under the bright lights in her bathroom I was astonished at how
firm and shapely her body was. I joked that she must have sold her soul to the
devil for this fabulous body and she replied that I wasn't far from the truth.
She broke off any discussion by announcing that she had to douche and refresh
herself for another rendezvous with this angry bearded man who had taken control
of her body and was well on his way to making significant inroads into her
psyche as well. I accepted the compliment for what it was, and got a head start
in the shower while she took care of business before joining me.
By the time we got out of the shower I was most certainly eager to take
up where we had left off. My pecker was hard as steel and all the fooling around
we had done in the shower had whetted my appetite for another go-round with
this woman in a teenager's body. This time she insisted that I do a little
business down below before climbing on board for another brisk ride in the park.
I thought that was only fair and so I hunkered down between her spread thighs
and amused myself by seeing how far up her tight twat my tongue could worm its
way. Mimi proved to be quite ticklish and so I had some fun running my tongue
and lips up and down that coin slot of a cunt she sported and sucking a band of
hickies into her pebbled thighs. By the time she offered to house my missile
inside her silo, she was dripping wet.
Our second coupling was even better than the first since we were both
fresh from the shower and this time I had properly warmed her up to respond
fully to what I had in store for her. To our mutual delight, Mimi squeezed off
not one but a trio of moderate orgasms that rippled through her body as I
pounded away inside her, stretching that tight tunnel for all I was worth. When
I finally launched, it was right on target and happily intercepted by my
bedmate. Afterwards we cuddled and exchanged some pillow talk. That's when
things got a bit weird.
It seems that there is a plastic surgeon located a couple of hundred
miles from here who is very good. The reason he works in this neck of the woods
is that he's already made a bundle from his skill and wanted to return to his
roots. He is now more interested in perfecting his art than getting paid to do
rather pedestrian procedures like botox and collagen injections as well as laser
dermatology. This guy prefers being paid in pussy rather than money, another
reason for relocating in the country where there is a plentiful supply of
willing pussy. He is also ducking a few law suits from former patients who had
second thoughts about the type of cosmetic surgery he performed on them.
Mimi began to use him to help her rehabilitate and improve the chances
of some of her girls to land husbands or obtain honest work before running a
husband to ground. One thing led to another and he made her an offer she
couldn't refuse. He would rebuild her body in exchange for access to her new and
improved pussy and asshole as well. It turns out that he had a thing for older
women, which also had gotten him in trouble on a number of previous occasions
while he was practicing in the big city.
Within a period of four weeks he gave her a new set of spectacular
breasts, not large, but ones that were almost ideally formed and fit her new
body to perfection. He also gave her a tummy tuck and a buttock lift which was a
combination of body sculpting and implants that resulted in an ass that you
could bounce quarters off. He also got rid of her cellulite and other skin
related imperfections. Finally he tightened the muscles and skin in her face and
of even more critical importance he rejuvinated her vagina, giving her the pussy
of a teenager, and even managed to tighten her anal passageway.
In exchange, once a week she had to return to his office for a follow-up
exam that included some testing of her new vagina and a new exercise regimen
for her asshole that involved his penis. He also began to include another
colleague so they could do simultaneous testing of her improved orifices. She
had managed to renegotiate their agreement so that he allowed her to substitute
prescreened teens from her harem as well as Marie on some occasions. It was an
amazing story, but based on what I'd experienced it had to be true. Then she got
around to talking about her relationship with sheriff Vlad and things began to
get very spooky.
( To be continued)