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The Last Fling


April to December Twice

Presented as a Series of Episodes by Varkel
Copyright (c) Varangian and Kellis, December, 2001



Episode 6:  Thelma Greeley


They sat at the table in one corner of the huge mirrored
"schoolroom," Reggie in robe and slippers across from the two
girls in their pullover dresses.  Betsy occasionally stroked his
knee under the table with a bare foot.  He did not complain.

"You girls did surprisingly well on my battery of tests," he was
saying, "despite being away from school for four years.  What in
the world did you _do_ for four years?  Did you have jobs?"

Betsy, the buxom blonde, replied impatiently, "We already told
you all that.  We lived with Granny in her trailer."

"But what did you _do_?"

"Fucked," she snapped.

The man flushed slightly and took a breath.  "Why don't you want
to tell me?"

"She just did," said Anita, the slim brunette.  "That's all we
did, if you count it as work.  Granny didn't have no TV, so we
got the newspaper to read from the old coot next door.  He had
some books we read too.  Sometimes he told us stories, at the
first of the month."

"That's 'Granny didn't have _any_ TV,' or better, 'Granny had
_no_ TV.'  Remember the double negative.  Why would he tell
stories only then?"

"He had to be drunk.  That's when he got money to buy his Dago
Red."

"That's a kind of cheap wine?"

Anita shrugged.  "I reckon.  We tasted it.  Yuck!"

"What kind of stories did he tell you?"

"War stories.  He was in a war somewheres."  She looked at Betsy.
"You remember what he called it?"

Betsy sniffed.  "War!  He bragged about fucking four Koreenian
sluts at once."

"Four?" mused Reggie wonderingly.

Betsy laughed.  "You only does two.  We'll have to get you a
couple more gals."

"I only _do_ two."

"That's what I said, but you could do four if anybody could."

"Ah, thank you."

The young man shifted some papers before him and pushed his
spectacles further up his nose.  "You fell down the most on
science in general and astronomy in particular.  Betsy, what _is_
astronomy?"

The blonde shrugged.  "Telling your fortune?"

"Huh?  I believe you're thinking of astrology.  No.  Astronomy is
the study of the stars and where we fit among them."

Betsy blinked at him.  "_Among_ them?  They's up there and we's
down here."

He frowned momentarily and shook his head.  "You know better, and
you do better until you get the least bit excited."

She grinned ruefully.  "They _are_ up there and we _are_ down
here.  It's still true, even if you say it right."

It was his turn to blink.  He chuckled.  "Yes, it is, but only
apparently.  In fact we're up there too."

Anita smiled.  "You're being silly."

"Not in one sense.  Those stars: most of them are suns, just like
ours.  They are so terribly far away they seem like little
pinpricks, while our sun is so close it's too bright to look at.
But you see, it's _our_ star.  We have a star too.  We are among
the stars."

"A star!" mused Anita, eyes widening.  "The sun is a star?"

"A very average star.  Put another way, all the stars are suns
much like ours."

Anita blinked.  "Like ours?"  She giggled.  "You mean we could
get _star_ burn?"

"Star burn!" declared Betsy with a sniff.  "Never heard of
getting no star burn."

"They're too far away for that also," retorted the man.

"Did the sun fall down?" asked Anita.  "Is that why it's closer?"

"Yeah," seconded the blonde.  "What keeps them all up there?  And
the moon: where does _it_ come in if we's a-setting up there with
the stars?"

He stared from one girl to the other and sighed.  "I see this
will take awhile.  Let me organize my thoughts."

Anita grinned slyly.  "Is this gonna be like the biology lesson
yesterday?  If it is, I get to organize your cock."



* * *



Reggie had drawn a diagram of the Solar System on the whiteboard,
described gravity and centrifugal force and even persuaded the
girls to parrot back that those forces were enough to account for
the diagram, though he suspected they spoke more to humor him
than to express their convictions.  "Understanding this," he
concluded, "was one of man's greatest achievements.  It led to
most of the successes in mathematics and engineering for the last
three centuries."

"_Man's_ achievement!" sniffed Betsy.  "What did women do?"

Anita giggled.  "Fucked the men so they could get their minds off
fucking."

Reggie paused, blinked and joined her chuckle.  "In fact that's
right."  He shook himself.  "What am I saying?  Women have
contributed to science much more directly than that.  Marie Curie
of France is perhaps the most famous --"

The door to the hall opened with a sharp snap of the latch.
Stout Lou in casual dress led a stranger into the room.  "Excuse
us," he said perfunctorily.  "We won't be long."

A woman with long dark hair, noticeably taller in her high heels
than Lou's five foot seven, followed him.  She was even more
buxom than Betsy but attired in a severe dark suit, skirt well
below her knees, and a ruffled white shirt.  A diamond golf
bracelet glittered on one wrist, a man's wristwatch on the other.
Her face was full-fleshed, attractively made up, but crows-feet
at the corners of her brown eyes suggested an age in the forties.
She carried a shoulder-slung leather purse and a clipboard.  Her
expression was sternly serious.

"This is our classroom.  These young ladies, the granddaughters I
mentioned, are the students.  The only maintenance required here
is dusting and straightening and cleaning the mirrors when they
need it."

The woman scanned around, eyes widening somewhat as she took in
the huge expanse of mirrors, to settle on the bed.  "That is a
nonstandard bed," she noted, scribbling on her clipboard.  She
cocked her head.  "My maids can make it neater than that."

"Well, yes," Lou agreed with a secret smile, "the bed should be
made as needed."

"Is this the only door?"

"Yes."

"And no windows.  How odd!"

"The previous owner, for whom the house is named, apparently
wanted it that way.  Excuse us again, Reggie, for interrupting
you."

"Quite all right, Mr. Mainwaring," answered the young man.  "We
were just about to stop anyway.  Are you ready for a break,
girls?"

Squealing their approval, both young women pushed out the door
past Lou and his companion.  Muttering an apology, Reggie
followed, leaving the old man and the middle-aged woman alone in
the room.

Lou's eyes twinkled.  "They drank half a gallon of ginger-ale at
breakfast."

"I see.  You say the girls are your granddaughters, both yours
and Mr. Westfield's?"

"That's what I said."  His lip twitched.  "It's a long story."

"Is it?  Sir, will we speak to Mr. Westfield again this morning?"

"If you wish, though I am the owner of the house."  He smiled
smugly.  "I'm afraid you'll have to sign the contract with me."

She smiled also and put her hand on his arm.  "Oh, I didn't mean
for business.  It's just that he looks strangely familiar.  I'm
sure I've dealt with him before."

Lou nodded and said dryly, "Women do tend to remember Jack,
though not always his name."

"He's successful with us, then?"

"In days of yore, madam.  Come along and I'll show you the
kitchen."

"After you, sir.  Are those girls the only females in the house?"



* * *



"Excuse me, Jack," said Lou upon entering the east den with the
businesswoman still in tow.  "I just remembered I have an
appointment with my lawyer that I need to dress for.  Would you
do me the favor of showing Ms. Greeley out?"

Tall Jack looked up from his computer, a raised eyebrow asking
silently, What are you up to now?

Lou winked.

"Yes, of course," Jack answered.  "Can you wait just a moment,
ma'am, while I save this document?"

"Please take your time, Mr. Westfield.  I'm in absolutely no
hurry."

Lou whirled out of the room behind her.

Jack said, "Then take a seat, please.  I would really like to
finish this paragraph."

But she crossed the room to stand behind him.  "Are you a writer,
sir?"

"To my relatives.  This is E-mail to my son."

"Then excuse me for peeping."

She went to a bookcase and studied the framed photographs atop
it.  Behind her the man's fingers beat a tattoo on the keyboard.
Shortly he sighed, folded his hands in his lap and leaned back in
the chair.

"What's with Lou?" he asked, looking up at the tall woman.

She turned gracefully to regard him, exhibiting a mature figure
over which his eyes could not fail to flick.  She smiled slowly.
"Do you mean, why didn't he take ten seconds and show me out
himself?"

The man grunted.  "Exactly."

Her smile broadened.  "Because I asked him to let you do it."
She held up a photograph from the bookcase.  Suddenly she was
serious again.  "This is you when you were younger, isn't it,
perhaps in your forties?"

"Yes.  44, to be exact.  Lou keeps it to put me in my place."

"What place is that, Mr. Westfield?"

"He says it proves I'm not as pretty as I thought.  I was 44 when
my wife left me."

Her eyes flashed.  "I did not realize Mr. Mainwaring was so
cruel."

"In fact I find it a useful reminder," Jack responded wryly.
"Why did you want to talk with me, Ms. Greeley?"

"It's _Miss_ Greeley, Thelma Greeley."

The man smiled.  "Is that an invitation to call you Thelma?  If
so, please call me Jack."

She said gravely, "I am very pleased to meet you, Jack.  Do you
know if you have any relatives named Greeley or Clark?"

He shook his head.  "I've never consulted a genealogist, but I
know of none."  He smiled.  "Do I resemble someone in your
family?"

"Yes, you do, Jack."  Her voice was low but intense.  "This
picture is the spitting image of my father when he died at that
same age."

He stared at her wonderingly and took a deep breath.  "Thelma,
I'm sorry to hear ..."

She waved a hand.  "I'm long over it, but it was a terrible
tragedy in my young life.  I was 17 at the time, and he was all I
had.  My mother had left us much earlier."

"I suppose it was," he said sympathetically.  "Do you still, ah
..."

"No."  The woman smiled bravely.  "She refuses to communicate
with me."

Jack became aware of a slight flush under the woman's makeup.
Her breathing consisted of fast, short breaths.  Her hand
trembled, holding the photograph, which she abruptly placed on
the bookshelf.

She said tremulously, "I ... believe I'll take that seat ... you
offered."  She fell into the overstuffed chair beside Jack's.

He reached between them and took her hand.  It was ice cold.
"Thelma, are you all right."

"Let me ... get my breath.  It's a bit of a shock."  She studied
him, wide eyes flicking back and forth across his face.  "You are
exactly as my father would have been, I believe, if he had
lived."

Jack said in completion, "If he had lived another 25 years."

"You are 69?"

"An old man, Thelma."

"_He_ would have been 69 also."  Her voice firmed.  "That's not
so old.  You have many more years ahead of you."

"I wish it were true.  Unfortunately I was a two pack a day
smoker.  I have already developed 90 per-cent arteriosclerosis."
He smiled grimly.  "Lou is your survivor.  His vice was sweets."

She ignored that last.  "Have you had a bypass?"

"For the coronary arteries?  They tried the so-called 'stint' to
no avail.  They say my veins are too fragile for grafting."

"Surely you have quit smoking!"

"Almost 20 years ago.  Else I'd already be dead, I guess."

"And your wife has left you?"

"Yes."  He studied her, waiting for her point.

She did not keep him in suspense.  Her eyes flashed with
conviction.  "You need someone to protect you."

He chuckled.  "From myself?"

"If necessary.  Mainly from excess.  You need to _live_, Jack!"

He nodded amiably.  "You have a point, I admit.  I had a close
call not long ago."  He smiled.  "But those excesses can be so
sweet!"

"You are a man who lives life to the fullest, I can see.  So was
my father."

"What killed him?"

She sniffed.  "A heart-attack.  He too was a heavy smoker."  Her
eyes lowered.  "He died in my arms."

"How terrible!" cried Jack.  "And you only 17!  I'm sorry."

"Thank you."  Suddenly she lunged to her feet and turned away
toward the door.

Jack stood also.  "Thelma -- Ms. Greeley --"

She looked back briefly.  Tears had already left black
mascara lines on her cheeks.  "Excuse me, J-Jack.  I know the way
out."  With a wail she vanished through the door into the hall.

Jack followed her but she easily outdistanced him to the front
door and departed through it.  She had started her car by the
time he reached the portico.  He watched her back out to the
street, smashing the last new boxwood at the end of the driveway.
She drove away without looking back.

Lou came up behind him.  "What did you do to her?"

After a reflective pause Jack said, "Sympathized."

"For what?"

"Losing her father when she was 17.  Why did you leave her with
me?"

Lou chuckled sheepishly.  "She kept asking me about you.  She's
not a bad looking woman, you know, probably in her early forties,
I'd guess."

Jack said slowly, "She said her father would be my age.  He died
at 44, the same age as I in that picture you keep to browbeat me.
She was 17.  That means she's pretty close to 42."

"I don't suppose she hears much sympathy," Lou concluded after a
short pause.

"Probably not."

Lou's eyes twinkled.  "But now she knows where she can get lots
of it."



* * *



The door chime startled Jack from a doze.  It sounded again as he
pushed himself up from the leather chair, an open book falling
from his lap onto the floor.

"I'm coming," he muttered pointlessly, proceeding with unsteady
gait toward the foyer.

"I'll get it, Jack," Reggie announced, appearing abruptly at the
front door and opening it before the older man could straighten
his trousers.

Thelma was about to ring again but let her hand fall at sight of
the young man.  Her face showed disappointment and impatience
bordering on contempt for this callow youngster who seemed to
lack the essential qualities of masculinity.

"Isn't Jack --" she began.  Her face brightened when the tall old
man stepped to the door and casually nudged Reggie aside.

"Thelma!" Jack exclaimed, suddenly alert and pleasantly
surprised.  "So good to see you again."

Reggie turned silently and disappeared back into the house.

The woman placed her hand on Jack's arm as if they were old
friends.  "I had to come and apologize, Jack.  I must have made a
frightful impression yesterday."

"You thought you saw a ghost," he said with a large smile, taking
her hand in his.  "That could unsettle anyone."

"I don't believe in ghosts," she responded intently with her face
close to his.  "I know you're a living person."  She gave his hand
a squeeze.

"Please come inside.  You shouldn't stand out there like a real
estate lady.  Would you like a drink?"

Thelma stepped into the foyer and Jack closed the door.

"I'd love one," she answered.  "Mr. Mainwaring and I are still
negotiating and I'm curious.  I thought that young man was the
schoolteacher.  Does he double as the butler?"

"No."  Jack smiled secretly.  "Not as a butler, exactly.  He
happened to be closer to the door.  Lou has taken the girls to a
mall party this afternoon and Reggie is at loose ends."

"There's something about that person.  Something odious.  I can't
quite explain it."

"He's an unusual lad," Jack commented, taking the woman by the
arm and ushering her into the living room.  "I think he may like
boys more than girls.  But enough about him.  What can I get you?
I'm in the mood for a Glenlivet."

"Whatever you're having, Jack," she said sweetly, letting go of
his hand reluctantly as she sat on the couch.

Jack busied himself at the bar on the far side of the room.
Thelma gazed at him longingly.

"You have, ah, an unconventional household," she remarked,
pulling the hem of her skirt primly to her knees.  "The girls --
You say they are granddaughters of Lou and yourself.  Which one
is yours?"

Jack returned with two drinks and sat beside her.  He grinned
slyly as he handed her a glass.

"Perhaps they're not exactly granddaughters, Thelma, but does it
really matter?"

She scowled.  "Girls that young are worse than cigarettes for a
man your age," she chided him.   "Besides, what could you
possibly discuss with them?"

"Discuss?" he coughed explosively on his drink.  "Actually we
don't talk much, at least not about serious matters of the world.
But they are charming in their own special way.  Lou and I have
adopted them in a sense."

"In a sense?  Adopted them?"  She stared at him in wonder.  "They
_are_ old enough, aren't they, Jack?"

He returned her stare with a twinkle.  "They're both 18."

The woman sniffed with an expression of distaste on her handsome
face.  "Well, of course, it's none of my business."

She firmly placed her drink on the table in front of her and
seemed about to stand. Jack put a gently restraining hand on her
arm.

"Please don't leave, Thelma. I'm sure we can find a lot in common
to explore."

She relaxed slightly and settled back on the couch.  "We have
something very important in common, Jack, although only I'm aware
of it.  You can't remember me as a daughter, but for me you are
my father returned to life."

"Yes, you were very emphatic about that yesterday.  It upset you
greatly."

He edged close to her until their thighs touched.  He placed a
hand atop hers that were folded in her lap.

"But I must confess," he whispered into her face, "that I
entertain feelings about you that are not at all paternal."

With fingers caressing his cheek she kissed him like a favored
lover and eased into his embracing arms.

"Your feelings are not entirely inappropriate, Jack, my dear,"
she murmured into his ear.  "I  must tell you something that may
shock you."

"I'm not easily shocked, Thelma.  Not as you are about the menage
in this house."

"I have no moral objection to your playmates, Jack, although I'm
concerned that you keep such dangerous toys."  She took a deep
breath and kissed his ear.  "But you may find what I have to say
especially offensive, indeed repugnant."

He continued to hold her in a firm embrace, a cheek against her
hair.  He remained silent for a moment.

"I have an inkling of your secret, darling," he whispered.  "It
involves you and your late father, doesn't it?"

"If it were only that, dearest, it might not be too shameful."
She pulled her head back to gaze into his face.  "But how dare I
ask you to become a man who has been dead for twenty five years?
You could only find it insulting."

He squinted at her peculiarly with one eye.  "Were those
experiences with your father not joyous?  How could I be offended
by standing in for him?  For giving you joy once again?  I only
regret my age will probably not allow me to perform as he did."

"Don't concern yourself with that, Jack.  I'm not a physically
sensuous woman.  I've lived without a man for twenty five years
and have not felt impoverished."

She exhaled deeply, staring at the man as if something very
precious were suddenly within her grasp.  Jack pulled her to him
for a passionate kiss that endured for at least a minute.  She
then pulled back slightly to look at him again.

"Where's the remainder of your household?" she asked, licking her
lips.

"I told you: Lou and the girls are gone to a party at the mall.
They won't be back for another three or four hours" -- he
chuckled grimly -- "unless Lou drops dead.  And don't concern
yourself about Reggie.  Hmm."  He cocked an eyebrow.  "We do have
an alternative.  I have my own house not far from here.  We could
go there if you like."

"I'm too impatient!"  She laughed nervously.  "I feel giddy as a
school girl.  I might call you 'daddy' in my passion.  I hope you
won't mind."  She tucked her head into the hollow of his neck.
"Oh, Jack, I realize you're a different person entirely.
Actually, you'll just be my second guy."

Jack undid the top button of her blouse but stopped when she bit
her lower lip anxiously.  He smiled at her.

"Let's go upstairs to my room, darling," he suggested warmly,
getting to his feet.  "You could put on a robe, and take a shower
if you like."

"Yes," she again laughed nervously.  "I do feel a bit sticky."

She rose from the couch, and hand in hand they walked calmly
toward the stairs.



* * *



Jack had quickly showered in another room and now stood beside
the bed clad in a robe awaiting Thelma.   His excitement was
peculiar, he thought, considering his ready access to a couple of
wild teenagers.  He had not been intimate with a mature woman in
a long time, and he could not recall one as desirable as this
attractive strange person who might call him, "Daddy," in the
midst of an orgasmic spasm.  Virtual incest!  The thought
possessed a surprising cachet that stirred his manhood.

The bathroom door opened a crack, but it was almost a full minute
before Thelma filled the doorway.  She had opted not to wear the
robe he had provided.  She stood in magnificent nakedness across
the room from him, smiling gently when he let his own robe fall
to the floor.  She was amazingly well preserved, he thought.  But
then she was not all that old, just 42.  Her hips flared
dramatically above ample, athletic thighs.  She had large breasts
that were remarkably firm, the tips tilting slightly upward.

"You're large," she commented briefly as she advanced, reaching
him in several quick strides to fall into his arms.

Without breaking their kiss they reclined on the bed and squirmed
comfortably to the middle of it.  After her claim not to be very
sensuous the intensity of her passion startled him.  She kissed
desperately, biting his lower lip rather painfully, clawing at
his back, moaning aloud from the very beginning.  She pushed at
his head in an unmistakable appeal; she wanted quick relief.
Foregoing a leisurely exploration of her sumptuous body, he moved
his face to her abundant pubic tangle, moist from the shower and
her excitement, through which the hooded clitoris protruded
impudently.  He pressed his lips around it.

"Daddy!" she screamed when he began to suck and lick with the
experience of decades.  Within seconds she was growling
unintelligibly like a feral creature.  She shrieked, catching his
head painfully between gripping thighs.  When her legs relaxed
and freed him, he moved to mount her.

"Don't," she gasped, restraining his head.  "Do it again."

He tarried a moment to kiss her inner thighs then set to work
once more.  Although less dramatic than the first time, her
response was still very intense.  She writhed against his face
and sobbed, "Oh, Daddy, Daddy!"  After a further moment her
sounds became more familiar, those of a woman approaching orgasm,
which she achieved with a mighty sigh.

Jack rose to his knees to look down at the sated woman who lay
with eyes closed and a contented expression.  He rubbed his jaw,
which was mildly sore from the exercise.  He felt illogically
young with this woman who was twice the age of the girls.

Her eyes blinked open and her mouth formed a loving smile.  "It's
your turn now," she said sweetly and rose on her elbows.  "Lie
down and let me take charge."

He did so, snuggling his head into a pillow as Thelma rose to her
knees above him.  She took hold of his fat cock and pumped it
once.

"I shouldn't have waited twenty five years for this," she mused
and pumped it again.  "My daddy never did it so well.  He was
always too impatient."

"Time teaches patience," Jack remarked.  "Besides that, it
thrills me to give you such intense pleasure."

"Oh, Jack.  You are so wonderful!"  She leaned down and slipped
the cock head into her mouth, humming playfully as she sucked.
He relished the feel of it with his eyes closed in total
relaxation.  His fingers toyed with the woman's hair.

With a pop of impish suction she released the organ and threw a
leg over him, cooing sensuously, "Let's do this right, lover."

She positioned the erect shaft and wriggled upon it until she sat
fully atop him.

"You are so big!" she exclaimed joyfully.  "You fill me up!"

They gazed at each other as the woman rolled forward and back.
Jack gripped her thigh in one hand while the other fondling a
large, firm breast.  He was astounded when his member began to
tingle after just a couple of minutes.

"You're working a strange magic, Thelma," he grunted with a weak
grin.

"So soon?" she responded.  "Let yourself go, darling.  Enjoy.
There'll be plenty of other times for us."

He began to thrust and she leaned down to kiss his lips.  He felt
a spurt of incredible ecstasy, one that drained him more fully
than most other encounters of the previous thirty years.  He
shuddered again and again.



* * *



Thelma stretched completely, extending arms and legs.  She ran
fingers through the moist hair of her groin, lingering to collect
a residue of Jack's recent attention.  She sucked the fingertips
lasciviously with her face turned to his.  "Next time I want to
taste this directly from the pump."  She wrinkled her nose
cutely.

The man sighed and shook his head.  "I wish I could accommodate
you, Thelma.  I really do.  You tasting my come is one of the
sexiest things I ever saw.  But I know better than to try making
more before tomorrow."

She rolled half atop him, one leg slung over his body.  "That's
such a shame, Jack, although it's certainly not your fault.  But
I feel like a young girl again.  I could fuck all night.  Ah!  I
have an idea."

She raised up partially.  Her hand found his half-flaccid
manhood.  Lifting one knee to spread herself, she worked his
flesh into her sopping vagina.  Though feeling the bite of her
long fingernails, he failed to complain.  She backed away
slightly, still holding the head aloft by its softening shaft.

"There!" she exclaimed in satisfaction.  "Almost fresh!"

She backed farther to bow low between his legs.  "Watch this,"
she commanded and waited with mouth open just above the glans
while he raised his head on the pillow to watch.  She giggled
cattily.  "I'm glad you're not like your friend, Lou.  He
couldn't see this for his belly."

Her tongue laved his flesh, gathering the pale moisture flushed
from her vagina.  She slid up his body toward his head, tongue
extended, cupping a shallow puddle.  Almost in his face she
sucked the fluid from her tongue, swallowed ostentatiously and
giggled at his fascinated expression.  "You do like to see that,
don't you!"

"God, Thelma!"

She laughed with pleasure.  Then her face changed to the
expression he was learning meant she had a new idea.  She asked,
"Do you have video equipment?"

"I believe so," he answered offhandedly.

"Then I must make you a tape of it, if it pleases you so."

He took a deep breath.  "I had forgot the advantage of experience
in a woman."

Her brow wrinkled.  "What's that?"

He answered carefully, "Less squeamishness, perhaps."

Again she made a cute face.  "I guess I go from one extreme to
another.  I've had no interest in sex for 25 years, and now
everything about a man is just wonderful.  I feel I could spend
the rest of my life in bed with a guy."

Jack palmed a breast that was remarkably firm for a 42 year-old
woman.  "You need a younger man, sweetheart, someone to ring your
bells after I warm you up"

She kissed the tip of his nose.  "That would be splendid, Jack,
but I'd want you to stay with me and hold my hand.  I'm not yet
ready to fly on my own.  Maybe we can arrange something like that
next time."

"We don't have to wait, my dear.  Reggie is both discreet and
extremely capable."

"Reggie?  Jack, darling, you can't be serious.  He's such a
twit!"

"That's true, but he's also a fucking machine.  I have him on
tape with the two girls.  His cock stays hard, ready for more,
even after he's worn both out."

She fingered the flaccid member idly.  "Daddy used to wear me
out," she sighed wistfully.  "I remember one Saturday we did it
from morning till night.  I was fourteen."

Jack's eyes brightened.  He pulled her breasts tighter into his
chest.  "You must recall your first time even more vividly," he
murmured into her face.  "It had to hurt awfully for a girl so
young."

"Oh, no!" she exclaimed and sat up beside him.  "Daddy never hurt
me.  He always touched me as if I were something precious. From
the time I could remember I looked forward to my baths.  He would
come in and wash me with his large hands, even when I was ten
years old.  By that time I knew it was naughty, of course, but I
loved it."

"He diddled you?"  Jack's fingers found her clit.

"No, not then."  She giggled and turned to ease his access.  "We
didn't do anything overtly sexual until my mother ran off.  I was
ten going on eleven.  My boobs were just swollen nipples.  She
left after a horrid fight with him, and I think I was the cause
of it.  She had always been jealous of me.  That night I crept
into his bed, and that's when it really began.  I don't know how
many times he came, but by dawn the sheets were a mess."

"Bloody?"

"Oh, no!  We didn't fuck.  At first we just used our hands to
please each other, but very soon we began to lick and suck.  I
experienced my first orgasm that night.  I didn't count how many
times I felt it."

"But when . . .?"

"All the details, Jack?" she scolded playfully, stroking up his
thigh to pinch the soft organ.  "He didn't rip my cherry until a
few days later, and I didn't feel a thing.  I was unconscious."

"Unconscious?"

"I had a slight cold and that night he gave me something powerful
to make me sleep.  The next morning when I complained about the
soreness, he explained he had fucked me.  I got really excited
and wanted him to do it again with me awake, but he refused.
About a week later when were playing naked in bed as usual, he
got on top of me and slipped his cock in very gently.  It felt
absolutely marvelous!  I had a tremendous orgasm on my first
fuck.  From then until he died we fucked at least twice a day."

Jack pulled her to him for a kiss.  "You were 17.  And after that
nothing for the next twenty five years?"

"That's right, lover."  She rubbed his nose with hers.  "Until I
met you."  She raised her head to look down at him seriously.
"Did you mean what you said about Reggie?  You wouldn't mind?"

He took a moment before answering.  "I want you to please
yourself, Thelma, the way you have pleased me, and I'm old enough
to appreciate how much more capable a woman is at that game.  But
Reggie is capable, too.  I think he's what you need."

She frowned thoughtfully.  "Will Reggie agree to do it with you
on the bed?  I don't want to be alone with him."

"Trust me, sweetheart.  He'll do as he's told."

Her eyes lit.  "Oh, Jack, you're even better than a daddy!"



* * *



To his secret astonishment Reggie had become increasingly blase
about coitus since his first Olympic-class performance with the
two girls.  Now for the first time it was a reliable part of his
life.  When the old men were sound asleep, almost every night one
or both of the girls slipped into his bed, or led him to the
mirrored bed they seemed to prefer.  They seldom lingered to
play, and that only in the mirror room.  He understood they
didn't care for the demanding schoolteacher.  They came to him
only for the intense and enduring experience of his cock.  Then
they were gone.

He was well serviced, though not to repletion.  He suspected that
any one of the many guys they twittered about could readily
replace him.  So he did not strut like a barnyard cock, which was
not his style in any case.

After greeting Thelma he had retired to the maid's quarters,
stripped and spread his black towel, actually grateful for the
temporary respite from the girls.  His copious first relief had
already streaked the towel when Jack's voice on the intercom
called him peremptorily to the guest suite.  Fastidiously he
squeezed out his last few drops of semen, threw on a robe, and
hurried up the stairs, having forgotten the stranger's presence.
He was bidden to enter immediately upon knocking at the bedroom
door.  Hardly inside the room he came up short when he saw the
naked flesh waiting on the large bed.  He ignored the old man's
ruined body to gape at the infinitely preferable woman.

Jack grinned sourly and motioned inwards.  "Come on into the
room, boy.  Thelma needs a little help.  I thought you might
provide it."

"P-provide it?" Reggie stuttered, halting again a few steps short
of the bedside.

Jack sniffed and declared confidently, "You understand me.  Stand
up, Thelma, and show him your playground."

But the woman bit her lip.  "I don't know, Jack.  Are you sure
..."

"I'm sure."  The old man grinned slyly.  "He has a situation in
this house that's valuable to us all but especially to him.  He
won't jeopardize it.  By now even _I_ have quit asking him when
he'll find an apartment and move out."

Thelma's eyes twinkled.  "A resident schoolteacher?"

"And resident stud.  The girls may learn enough before long but
they won't soon _get_ enough!"

The woman swung her legs lazily to the floor and stood up.
Reggie's eyes widened at limbs and torso well fleshed but without
sag.  Substantial breasts with dark areolas seemed more youthful
than matronly. The hips were curiously narrow, lending her a
sleek, athletic look.  She stood gamely but bit her lip
nervously.  Jack lay on the bed in obvious amusement.

He suppressed a chuckle and directed, "Return the favor, boy.
Show her what's in it for her."

Slowly he removed the robe, throwing it absently over a chair
back.  The sensual vision before him began to work the old magic,
even after removing his spectacles.

"That's promising!" Thelma exclaimed, her eyes on his midsection.

"Maybe you could help him out," Jack suggested, curious and more
than a little titillated at her reaction, wondering how far she
would go in view of her claimed 25-years without a man.  Did she
love another woman or only her vibrator?

Her attitude had improved.  "Oh, I believe I can!" she breathed
and sank to her knees.

So far Reggie's penis had parted only the girls' lower lips.  He
could not prevent flinching when Thelma's mouth gulped him in.
Her arms caught his buttocks.  Head tilting back, her eyes
twinkled up to his.  He stared down in awe at his first blow-job.

Jack burst into laughter, understanding both the flinch and the
pop-eyed expression.  "Thelma, I'd bet your mouth is getting a
cherry," he said between laughs.  The woman produced a nasal
chuckle.

Shortly she backed away, however, and rose lithely to her feet.
"I didn't expect this of you, Reggie," she breathed
appreciatively, hand fixed on the jutting member that seemed too
long and thick for the slender body, second only to Jack's
"national treasure."  The red knob swelled dramatically.

Reggie extended a hand toward her flushed cheek, but she released
him and backed away.

"She doesn't want romance, boy," Jack called crudely, "just a
vigorous fuck."

"Jack!" Thelma cried but immediately grinned sheepishly.  She
spun around and climbed onto the bed to cuddle with the old man
but soon turned back towards Reggie.  She rolled onto her back,
spread her legs and moved a bit away from Jack, although she
continued to grasp his hand.

"It's the truth, Reggie."  She licked her lips and raised her
knees in invitation.  "Fuck me."

A flicker of resentment crossed the young man's face.  "I'm not
just a stud," he protested, though his voice was hardly more than
a whisper.

"We know that," Jack assured him.  "But we also know how you like
to show off that Olympic-class dick."

Reggie's eyes widened.  "Olympic ... class?"

He grinned proudly.  Without further hesitation he climbed
between the generous thighs and unceremoniously shoved his organ
deeply into the waiting orifice.

"Oh, my!  That's so nice!" Thelma exclaimed to Jack's cheek,
ignoring the source of her pleasure, whose face loomed just
inches above hers.

"Just wait," advised Jack.  "This lad has a certain talent."

"Ooo!  He certainly is vigorous!"

Reggie worked with obvious determination.  His strokes were full
length and fast enough to demand the woman's complete attention.
In less than a minute's deft plunging she looked up at him with
large eyes.  She released Jack's hand to place her own on the
younger man's upper arm and lifted her lips the inch required to
kiss him.  She began to grunt and roll her hips.  Reggie smiled
in triumph into the contorted face, the mouth now gaping, the
eyes losing focus.

"Oh, please last!" she wailed plaintively but unnecessarily.

Her arms and legs enwrapped the young man's body.  A sharp,
throaty cry heralded the arrival of an orgasm.  Reggie continued
without abatement.  She rolled her head from side to side, her
face sweaty in abject dissipation.  She emitted squawking noises
in response to inexorable waves of ecstasy until Reggie's body
finally stiffened and pressed tightly to hers, producing a
single hoarse cry to match the woman's.  But he paused only
briefly before resuming with a slower and shallower stroke.

Jack glared angrily and shoved the young man's shoulder.  "That's
enough now!"

Reggie hesitated, regarding the old man in surprise.  Thelma
objected strenuously, "Please don't stop!" and thrust upward to
restart the action.

With a shrug toward Jack the young man resumed atop the
perspiring woman.  Soon he had recovered his previous pace.
Again her arms and legs gripped him and she whimpered in the
rhythm of his thrusts.

Lip curling in disgust, Jack got off the bed, stood a moment to
shake his head at the writhing couple, then passed into the
adjacent bathroom.  He took a quick shower and dried himself.
When he emerged the lovers were still plunging.  The woman's
whimpers had merged into a wavering moan, interrupted regularly
for quick gulping breaths.  Both bodies were flushed in vigorous
exercise.  Reggie's head was down on her shoulder.  In her
crimson face the eyes were clinched shut and lips drawn back to
expose her teeth.

"Enjoy!" Jack advised them.  Finding his robe and slippers, he
turned and left the bedroom.  Downstairs in the main den he made
himself a tall Old Fashioned at the wet bar, sat in his favorite
recliner and took up his book with a sigh of relaxation.  In
three pages and half the glass he was asleep.



* * *



"Hey, grandpa, looky here!"

He came awake with a start.  Anita stood grinning before him in a
purple tank top and shorts made of a material smoothly reflective
as chrome.  Betsy was behind her similarly attired in dark green.

Jack hunched forward, letting his book fall to the floor, and
grabbed the girl around the waist, pulling her atop him for a wet
kiss.  One hand slipped under the tank top.  The two points he
had seen were sharp young nipples, lumpy with excitement.  She
wore no brassiere.

But this was not the desired reaction.  She pulled away from him.
"The clothes, Jack.  What'cha think of my new clothes?"

A hand rose to his face.  He peered between the fingers.  "Get my
sunglasses before I go blind!"

Her face fell.  "You don't like 'em?"

He looked from her to Betsy.  "I admit you girls are twice as
eye-catching.  Just be careful at the beach.  You might put
somebody's eyes _out_!"  His regarded Lou.  "I thought you were
going to a party."

"We did that too," said the stout one.  "Teenagers' reunion.  You
remember that older brother of Jaimey's, the interior decorator?
Even he was there.  He's coming around next week to take
measurements."

Anita's face twisted in dissatisfaction.  "Let's go show 'em to
Reggie!" she suggested, clutching Betsy's hand.  The two girls
ran from the den.

Jack cocked a suspicious eyebrow at Lou.  "How did you get along
with Jaimey?"

"Just an affectionate hug," Lou responded with a sly grin.  "But
it was fun, Jack.  With our girls as the entrees I was invited
right into the middle of the crowd."

Jack said dryly, "And left holding the bill, I bet."

Lou responded with a wide smile.  "It's only money.  Girls
nowadays are amazingly free with tits and ass.  You need to get
out more, pal.  Don't tell me you've been asleep all afternoon!"

"Oh, I wouldn't tell you that," said Jack with a laugh.

Lou studied him closely.  "You've been up to something, have
you?"

"More than you, I expect, despite all the tit and ass they rubbed
on you."

Lou frowned.  "What are you talking about?  Have you been
watching the tapes?"

"We had a visitor this afternoon."  Jack grinned slyly.

"So?"

"Your maintenance contractor.  She turns out to be a very hot
tomato."

"What?"  Lou's eyes widened.  "Thelma Greeley came back?"

"Yes, expressly to see yours truly."

"You mean --"

"Exactly!"

The stout man began to chuckle admiringly.  "You dog, you!"
Suddenly he sobered.  "She said something the other day about me
needing a live-in housekeeper.  Do you think she understands
about the girls?"

Jack nodded.  "I think she has a pretty good idea.  A
_housekeeper_, you say?"

"Well, she probably --  Wait a minute!  I'm sure she didn't mean
herself.  She has 40 employees, you know."

"No, I didn't know.  But if you believe all she says about --"

The girls clattered into the room and demanded, "Where's Reggie?"

Jack's eyebrows rose.  "Did you look in the maid's room or the TV
den?"

"We looked everywhere!" Betsy asserted.  "Well, downstairs, I
mean."

"Ah!"

Lou regarded his friend curiously.  "What's going on?"

Jack looked at his wristwatch.  "It's been two hours!"  His tone
approached a sneer.  "Take a look in my bedroom."

"Your _bedroom_!" Anita repeated in astonishment.  But Betsy
caught her hand and dragged her away.

Listening to the thud of booted feet on the front stairs' carpet,
Lou said, "Once again, pal, what's going on?"

"It may be that Thelma is still in my bed."

"With Reggie?  Oh, I see."

"I told you: a _white_-hot potato!  Apparently I started a bigger
fire than I could handle."

Wordlessly Lou went to the wet bar and poured himself a drink.
He spun around with it in his hand to stare accusingly.  "Did you
want the girls to catch their tutor toodling?"

Jack chuckled.  "It should be a revealing exercise, don't you
think?"

"But their speech is just starting to improve!"

Jack cocked his head.  "You think they'll care if he's
unfaithful?"

"They might.  They _are_ female, you know!  One thing seems
clear: you're not personally much impressed with Thelma."

"Not true."  Jack's face grew serious.  "A bit later I'll tell
you about all the shit she shot me.  Her sincere act is top-notch
and I took it at face value."  He chuckled wryly.  "You'd think a
man my age would know better.  But I think I must have turned her
on far more than she expected.  She was so clearly unsatisfied
that I called Reggie in to see what she'd do.  She nearly ate him
alive.  So I quit the field and came down for a rest."

Lou's eyes twinkled.  "That must have been some line!"

"You bet!  I think you'll get a charge out of it."

"But where does that leave us for household maintenance?  We
truly need it and Thelma's bid is the lowest."

Jack shrugged.  "I don't see a problem necessarily.  Thelma seems
to have a pretty liberal attitude.  She might furnish just what
we need for a smooth-running operation."

Anita came into the room and flopped on the arm of Jack's chair.
She still wore the garish costume but had lost her hiking boots
in favor of bare feet.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Nothing."

"Where's Betsy?" asked Lou.

"Fucking Reggie."

"In my bed?" Jack demanded.

"Yeah."  The girl laughed sourly.  "It's funny."

"Reggie?"

"No.  The old broad was asleep till Betsy took hold of Reggie's
dick.  How could that wake _her_ up?"

Jack asked, "What old broad?"

She blinked at him.  "You mean you don't know?  That old broad
Lou was showing through the place yesterday."

"Thelma Greeley."

"Yeah, that's right."

"She woke up, you say?  What happened?"

"She told Betsy to suck him and he kind of grinned.  I don't know
what's got into him.  He never wanted that before.  I guess _she_
must've done him first."

"Did Betsy obey?"

"Sure!  You think we won't fool with a dangling dick?  Enough to
straighten it up, at least.  Then he pulled her on top of him."

Lou asked, "What did _you_ do?"

"The old bat --  Thelma told me to come and kiss her.  I did, but
she smelled like jism.  Reggie's jism."

Lou sniffed.  "When did you ever object to the odor of jism?"

She looked away and said softly.  "I always thought I was sort of
special to Reggie."

The old men exchanged significant glances.  Jack caught the girl
around the waist and pulled her into his lap.  "You'll always be
special to me, sweetheart."

The girl kissed his cheek and nodded.  "I know it.  I love you,
Jack."

"And I love you too."

"Young men are just dicks, aren't they?"

"Just dicks."

"But you still got the best one."

"It used to be."

Lou drained his drink and stood up.  "Shall I invite Thelma to
dinner?"

Anita said pensively, "I seen that old broad somewheres before."



* * *



Thelma neither stayed for dinner nor even looked in on Jack
before leaving.  Apparently she found her own way out.  Reggie
came to dinner and ate twice his usual amount.

"So you like Florida barbecue," Lou commented as the young man
returned to the serving bowl for his second full plate.

"It's okay," he responded before shoving in a huge forkful.  "I'm
just awfully hungry for some reason."  He looked at Betsy and
chuckled.

She retorted with a giggle.  "Yeah, me too."

Noticing Jack's glower, Lou added, "I hear you helped entertain
our likely maintenance contractor this afternoon.  Think she can
do the job?"

The young man's eyes widened.  "Maintenance contractor?"  He
looked at Jack.  "But ..."

Jack grinned sourly.  "You didn't have the chance to talk with
her at all, eh?"

"No, sir.  That is, she said something about being in touch as
she was leaving."

"No doubt," Jack agreed dryly.

Reggie drained his glass and produced a long and contented sigh.
Of the hovering servitor he asked, "Got another beer?"



* * *



Jack looked up at the tap on his shoulder.

Anita suggested, "You ought to see this."

"What?"

"Come on in the secret room.  You too, Lou."

The old men followed the girl past the opened bookcase.  Lights
in the mirror room shining through the one-way glass illuminated
the narrow space.

"Where are Reggie and Betsy?" asked Lou.

"Watching their silly old soap opera."

"'Silly old soap opera,'" Lou repeated with a mocking grin.  "I
thought you liked soap operas too."

"I _do_!  But in that one the blondes get all the men."

"But nobody's here!" Jack objected, scanning from the huge bed to
the empty school table.

"Look at this tape."

In the weeks since its discovery both girls had spent many hours
giggling at the hundreds of scenes Ms. Creighton had recorded, in
the process learning to operate her obsolete equipment as well as
Jack could.  Now the brunette flipped the VTR lever to _Play_.

Apparently she had already positioned the tape.  On the huge
monitor that Lou had installed appeared a typical Creighton
scene:  a woman on the bed with two men.  She lay on her back
atop one of them, who played with her breasts using both hands.
It was a side quartering shot, but from the hip motion the viewer
might justifiably infer vaginal or perhaps anal coitus.  The
other man crouched low in cunnilinctus between the two pairs of
legs.  The woman's head was thrown back, the point of her pale
chin outlined by the dark headboard.  Her moans could be heard
above the bed creaks.

The old men watched for a minute.  Lou said impatiently, "I think
we've seen this before, Anita.  Isn't this the one where the dick
slips out and the other man sucks it for a while?"

"Yeah, but that's not what I want you to see.  The camera zooms
up when the dick falls out."

Jack growled, "Anita, you know I don't care for queer action."

"Just watch, will you?  Here it is!"

On the screen the crouching man hitched himself backward and
mouthed the suddenly exposed penis.  The long-ago cameraman began
to zoom closer as the depicted female, probably concerned at the
loss of her toy, raised up on hands extended behind her to peer
curiously at the events in her groin.  At that instant Anita
flipped the lever to _Freeze_.

"There!" she exclaimed triumphantly.

"There what?" asked Jack.

But Lou's eyes narrowed thoughtfully on the monitor.  "Does it
zoom on her any better?"

"A little."  The brunette worked the lever, allowing the tape to
advance slightly.  The erstwhile cameraman was obviously more
interested in the fellatio.  The girl froze the tape again just
before the woman's face vanished in the upper corner of the
screen.

"That _can't_ be!" exclaimed Lou.

"My god!" Jack asserted.

"It's her!" Anita declared, grinning around at the two old men.

Jack shook his head, returning the girl's grin.  "Is there any
more of her on this tape?"

"I don't know.  This is far as I got when I goes to call you.
But I _knew_ I seen her before!"

"Well, let it play.  Let's see if it gets clearer."

Shortly the scene changed considerably.  The woman's image said,
"Just what I need, a couple of fags!  How about you guys letting
me suck both at once?"

"That's Thelma's voice!" Jack declared.

On the screen one of the men confirmed it.  "I'll bet you'd
rather have two in your cunt, Thelma."

"Ooo!  At the same time?"

Now the camera had zoomed on the smooth young face.  The dark
hair and eyes were clearly visible, along with an expression of
leering temptation.  But she shook her head.  "We can try that
later.  Just now I want to _suck_ two at once.  Come on,
Chauncey, get up."

With firm hands she positioned them kneeling on the bed so that
her profile mouthing the two penises was readily viewable.

"She knew about the camera!" declared Jack in surprise.  Above
the slurping sound effects he asked Lou, "What did she say about
herself?  Is she a native?"

"She claimed she was born in the Midwest and moved here as a
teenager."  Lou paused thoughtfully.  "If that's true she was
probably in Florida when most of those tapes were cut.  What's
the date on this one, Anita?"

"It's, um, April, 1982."

"About 20 years ago," mused Jack.  "She was 22...  One thing is
clear: she told me at least one lie."

"About her father?"

"No.  Well, maybe.  But she definitely lied about doing without
men since she was 17."

"She told you that?"

"Yeah.  I wonder what she was really up to."



* * *



The next day at supper Reggie announced, "I've found an
apartment.  I'll be moving out tonight."

Anita's eyes widened.  "What about _us_?"

"Oh, I'll still come every day for your lessons."  He turned to
Lou and Jack.  "That is, if it's all right with you gentlemen."

Lou shrugged.  "Sure.  I hope you don't have to drive too far."

"Oh, no, just a few miles."

The brunette protested, "But we're thinking about a party next
week!"

"Oh, I can still come to your parties."

Betsy laughed knowingly.  "If she'll let you."

"Wh-what?"  But it was a telling shot.  Reggie's face flamed.

The blonde giggled.  "I knew she wanted more of you.  She was
a-feeling of your dick the whole time."

Reggie gritted his teeth, looking guiltily around at Jack.

The old man's eyes twinkled.  "Congratulations!"

Lou grunted.  "Do me a favor, will you, Reggie?  Tell Thelma to
hurry up with her final bid."



END Episode 6
Next:  _Thelma's Surprise_

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