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Constant, Part Four
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
CONSTANT.STY
By Friar Dave
(Copyright, 1994)
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What follows is fiction. Hopefully, entertaining and not too heavy-
handed. This work contains heterosexual activity between adult men and
women, and between adults and legal minors. A little same-sex
exploring between some minors. There is absolutely no domination,
submission, violence, piercing or bathroom sports. There's a little
nausea, but not related to the sex. The only drugs are some brew and
some scotch. There's a bit of coercion, but not what you're probably
thinking. If the presence or absence of any of the foregoing is
disturbing to you, don't read this. And please don't inflict it on
those who don't knowingly ask for it. --fd, 10/1/94
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Part Four
CONSTAN4.STY
* * *
Constance groaned into the boy's shoulder, then panted for breath.
"Are you okay, Mrs. McEvoy?"
She raised her head, brushed her thoroughly wrecked red hair from
her face and smiled dreamily at him. "Ronnie, I haven't been this okay
in a long time. I'm not too heavy for you, am I?"
"Oh, no! You feel good on top of me. I like feeling your breasts
smooshed down against me."
"Good." She lay her head back on his shoulder. His young prick
was still inside her, but completely soft for the first time in almost
an hour and a half. His last orgasm, as she'd rode her hungry pussy up
and down over his long shaft, had been significantly smaller than the
first three. When she'd dangled her breasts over his face, he'd
suckled first one nipple, then the other, and her orgasms had just
kept on going and going and going...
She glanced at the clock, an old-analogue dial model that
glistened in the afternoon sunshine. She'd better get moving.
"Ronnie?"
"Mmmm?"
"Ronnie, we better get up and get dressed. It's getting late."
"O-kay..."
She kissed his chin and pulled herself off him. As soon as his
soft shaft slurped wetly out of her pussy, a thick mixture of her
juices and his semen began drooling out. She grabbed her husband's old
shirt to stanch the flow. His cock lay long and limber on his abdomen,
gleaming with their juices.
She couldn't resist.
"That feels so good, Mrs. McEvoy," he groaned as she licked her
juices and his off his prick.
"Just want to get you all clean," she whispered -- and then her
eyes widened. He was getting hard again. Well, she decided, she
couldn't send him home in *that* state. Constance popped the fat head
of his cock into her mouth and began working her hand on his shaft.
* * *
Way to go, kid! Sid exulted.
* * *
Nancy tracked the sounds to Lisa's bedroom door -- but now she
relaxed. They were sounds of pleasure. Undeniable pleasure. But was
Lisa alone?
She dropped to one knee and peered through the keyhole. Yes, Lisa
was alone -- and madly pumping a small vibrator in and out of herself.
"Un--yeah--un--"
And cumming.
Nancy smiled. In some ways, Lisa was way ahead of her. Her friend
often gave the impression that she was hesitant, even fearful, when it
came to experimenting and enjoying herself -- but Nancy understood
where that came from.
Way to go, pal of mine, she silently cheered.
No need for Lisa to know she'd been discovered. She started back
down the stairs, quietly. She'd lock the door behind her, though; she
wasn't about to let her best friend be vulnerable.
* * *
Jack stared out the window of the commuter train. It was mostly
empty at this hour. Too early for the rush and after the schools had
let out. He sucked some more beer through the straw leading to the
paper-bagged can he'd bought at Hoboken, where he changedg trains. He
was feeling pretty good.
Maybe I ought to go right to Harry's place, meet him when he
comes home. Constance probably wouldn't give a damn.
* * *
Constance finished toweling herself off. She felt so damn...good.
No regrets, no guilt -- just good. She'd cum like gangbusters and the
fact that she'd been able to coax yet another ejaculation from the kid
only convinced her that the problem with her marriage was not that she
was lacking in appeal.
Cheerfully brushing her teeth, she watched her breasts jiggle
with the motion of her arm. Nice tits, lady, she told herself. And, on
impulse, decided she was going to treat herself to dinner tonight.
Alone. At that seafood place in Fort Lee, the one with the great
lobsters.
She gargled with Scope -- Nothing better for rinsing away the
taste of boy cum, she thought -- and stepped back into the bedroom.
Oh, yeah, the drapes. Well, who could see in? The hell with it. But
the place reeked of sex. She opened the window despite the heat and
quickly stripped the bed linen, tossing it into the laundry chute.
Then Constance pulled on a halter and some shorts and remade the bed
with fresh linen.
Catching a glimpse of her curvaceous reflection in the bedroom
mirror, Constance decided to indulge herself one more long-missed
pleasure. From her closet, she pulled the lightweight summer dress,
the one that was nearly backless, the one she usually wore over a
light, short-sleeved shirt for the sake of modesty.
Hmmmm...lobster and hungry stares. Yeah, she could live with
that. She'd leave Jack a note -- not that he'd miss her. Hell, he was
probably going to be working late, anyhow.
Tomorrow, she told herself, I'm going to teach Ronnie how to eat
a woman properly. He'd quickly learned the rudiments, but he needed
practice.
Smiling, she stripped off her halter and shorts, slipped into a
pair of panties and pulled on the dress.
* * *
It took Jack four tries, but he finally managed to connect with
the doorbell. He waited for a few minutes and rang again. Nothing.
Damn, and he really needed to get in there and use the head. And maybe
sit down for a few minutes; he wasn't feeling too steady. In fact, he
decided, maybe he better sit down on the steps for a few minute.
He managed to sit without falling and dumbly contemplated a
slightly blurred world.
"Hello?"
He didn't see anyone.
"Are you alright?" Legs came into view. He looked up, fumbled
through his somewhat numbed memory. Harry's daughter...
"Mr. McEvoy?"
"Oh, hi...Lisa."
"Mr. McEvoy, my mom and dad aren't home yet. They're going out to
dinner."
"Oh. Okay. No problem." He struggled to stand, started to lose his
balance. Lisa steadied him, and he nearly fell on her. "Um, can I use
your bathroom? Too much beer."
"I guessed. Sure. Come on inside."
"Apologize."
She led him inside, pointed and watched him stagger toward the
bathroom.
* * *
"Hi, Ronnie." She dropped her shoulder bag on the pass-through
counter to the kitchen. Ronnie was sitting on one of the stools,
staring at the remaining half of what appeared to be a peanut-butter
and marshmallow fluff sandwich.
"Hi," he said quietly.
"Mom and Dad home?" She took some apple juice from the
refrigerator.
"Dad's upstairs working."
She peered at his face. "Are you okay, Ronnie? You look awfully
tired."
He took a deep breath. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired."
"Maybe you ought to lay down for a while."
He stared at the half-sandwich for a moment. "Maybe I will."
The phoned chirped. Nancy grabbed the cordless from the counter.
She was worried about her handsome younger brother. She'd never seen
him this subdued.
"Sugarman residence," she said.
"Nancy, it's me." Lisa's voice. "I need some help."
"Sure." Nancy tried not to smile; Lisa had seemed to be helping
herself out just fine. "What's up?"
"You know Mrs. McEvoy's husband?"
"Sure."
"He's here, he's drunk and he's almost passed out. Can you help
me get him home before someone sees the husband of the only nice
person on the school board falling down drunk?"
"Five minutes."
She hung up. "Ronnie, I'm going to help Lisa with something. Tell
Dad and Mom for me, okay?"
"'kay."
She hoped her brother wasn't coming down with something.
* * *
She'd enjoyed the valet's stares so much she almost missed the
maitre'd's polite, "Ma'am?"
"Sorry -- woolgathering. Table for one."
"Do you have a reservation?"
Constance smiled. "I have no reservations, pal."
"Well, ma'am -- "
"Your place is nearly empty -- except for the bar -- and I want
dinner. Now."
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but we have a policy requiring -- "
Uh-oh. She suddenly realized what was happening. A sexy woman in
a backless, low cut sundress in a restaraunt with a bar frequented by
businessmen.
"Get the manager. Now. Please."
"But -- "
A small Japanese man emerged from the bar area. He wore an
impeccable three-piece suit. He looked to be about fifty, maybe sixty.
"Excuse me, but may I be of some assistance?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Hiroko, but this lady -- " There was a decided
emphasis on the two syllables -- "doesn't have a reservation."
"I see. I'm sure we can accommodate her, Clarence. This is Ms.
Constance McEvoy, who is on the school board. I recognize her from the
meetings. Allow me?" He gestured Clarence away. "Ms. McEvoy, where
would you like to dine?"
"Thank you. By the window?"
"Of course." He led her to the table and held a chair for her. As
she settled herself, he beckoned. A waiter appeared with menus, a wine
list and cold water. "If you wish anything at all, please don't
hesitate to ask for me." He handed her his card.
"Thank you, sir." She glanced at the card -- English on one side,
Japanese on the other. When she looked up, she caught him staring down
the front of her dress.
He was totally unembarrassed. "Thank you. I hope you will enjoy
yourself." He bowed slightly and left.
As she examined the menu, Constance smiled. Yes, this was the way
it was supposed to be: An afternoon of cumming with an insatiable,
big-dicked youth, and now an evening driving the businessmen nuts.
* * *
It was better than a porno movie, Sid decided. Watching Mrs.
Constance Big Boobies McEvoy fucking and sucking his son. And then
having her stand almost completely naked at the window and open it.
Almost like she knew he was watching. Almost like she was saying, Here
it is, big boy! Come 'n' get it!
His balls ached from jerking off so much.
Oh, well, he told himself. Finish off the fucking project plans
and deliver them. Get your mind back on your work.
He bent over the drafting table and meticulously worked at the
perspective drawing. He knew it was his best work yet.
* * *
"I didn't think we were going to make it," Nancy puffed, The
drunken man could barely stand, let alone walk, and they'd nearly
carried him for most of the four blocks.
"I'm not sure we have," Lisa rasped back, closing the door and
savoring the cool air of the house after the hot sun.
Jack McEvoy was sprawled on the couch. He was a mess. His clothes
were rumpled and stained, his hair was unkempt and his left hand had a
small scratch where he'd lurched against the door on the way in.
As the two samaritans watched, he tried to stand. Twice. The
second time he made it upright before falling back to the couch.
"Mr. McEvoy," Nancy said, "why don't you just stretch out and
take a nap?"
"Gotta...gotta...too much beer."
"No shit, Sherlock," Lisa muttered.
He climbed to his feet again and lurched toward the stairs.
"Uh-oh." Nancy darted toward him. She had a vision of him falling
down the stairs.
"No, Mr. McEvoy, please..." Lisa cooed, trying to divert him from
the stairs.
"I have to take a leak, scuse the spression." He dropped to his
hands and knees and started crawling up the stairs.
"We better make sure he doesn't crack his head," Lisa said. Nancy
nodded and they stayed right behind him all the way to the top. Still
on his hands and knees, he went to the door of the master bedroom.
Nancy turned the knob for him.
"What the -- " The bedroom was broiling. Someone had left the
window open to the midday heat. Nancy quickly closed the window and
pulled the drape to block the sun.
"We've got trouble," Lisa said. Nancy turned, saw Jack's ashen
complexion. She scanned the room, saw the open door to the bathroom.
"Come on." Nancy grabbed one of his arms, Lisa took the other and
they dragged him to the bathroom. Somehow, he pulled his head up over
the bowl.
"Gross," Lisa muttered. They backed out of the bathroom as he
began to expel.
Nancy shivered. She was feeling a bit ill herself.
"You okay?" Lisa asked.
"Not really. Hearing that kinda gets me."
Lisa shrugged. "Doesn't bother me that way. Hey, thanks for the
rescue, pal."
"Anytime, bud. Listen, I'm going to go home. Ronnie doesn't look
like he's feels very good. Dad's going to deliver some plans for his
new project tonight and Mom's playing bridge with her pals, so I want
to keep an eye on him."
"Sure. If anything interesting comes up, give me a call." Lisa
grinned lewdly.
"Perv." Nancy grinned back.
They heard a groan from the bathroom.
"I'm gonna stick around for a few minutes, keep an eye on him."
"Sure."
Nancy hurried downstairs, now enjoying the prospect of hot, fresh air
and the scent of green.
* * *
"Is everything to your satisfaction, Ms. McEvoy?"
"It's wonderful, Mr. Hiroko. Thank you. Would you care to join me
over desert?"
"Thank you, but would I offend if I limited myself to tea?"
"Not at all."
"You are very gracious."
Constance smiled. She knew that Mr. Hiroko was now the envy of
every man in the bar.
Play it for all its worth, she told herself.
* * *
"Oh, geez, Mr. McEvoy..." Lisa moaned. "You barfed on yourself."
He nodded weakly, sitting propped against the edge of the tub.
Lisa switched on the ventilator and flushed the bowl. "If you can help
me get up..."
"Okay." She bent and slipped her hands under his shoulders. Which
was when she realized that if he was sufficiently conscious, he was
getting a good view down the front of her tee-shirt.
Grunting with effort, working together, they managed to get him
to his feet. He held on to the top of the sliding doors on the tub.
"That's good. Thanks. I can take it from here."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
She hesitated, uncertain. "Well, look, maybe I can make some
coffee or something for you and --"
He turned slightly green. "Please don't mention food."
"Gotcha." She slipped out of the bathroom. She was about to exit
the bedroom and head for home when she realized he wasn't that steady
yet, and a lot of people got hurt falling in the tub. She decided to
wait till she was sure he was okay. And where the hell was his pretty
wife?
Lisa went to the window and drew the drapes back. Must be close
to five, she decided. She glanced at herself in the bedroom mirror.
And stared. Had she really gone out of the house dressed like that --
in the old, tight denim shorts and just that thin tee-shirt.
Perspiration had soaked the shirt to her tits; it was nearly
transparent.
Of course, she *had* dressed in a hurry. The doorbell had
awakened her from a slight doze brought on by, oh, about a thousand
orgasms with the vibrator. She grinned. She'd actually worn out the
batteries! And even then, it had its uses. She wondered sometimes if
there was something wrong with her, the way she'd cum and cum and cum;
it didn't seem natural.
Even now, she thought, seeing her nipples bulge with arousal.
Then she heard the shower running.
Inspiration struck.
* * *
"Hi, Dad." Nancy spotted her dad as soon as she walked in the
doorway. "Finished the plans?"
"Oh, hi, sweetheart. Yes, all done." He had the cylinder under
his arm, the one that he used to carry project plans. He put it aside
to receive her hug, tensing slightly at the press of her firm, well-
developed body against his side. His penis began to fill, and he
cursed himself; how could he let himself get turned on by his little
girl? He pulled away. "Gonna take them over now. Want to come with
me?"
"I dunno, Dad. Ronnie looked like he wasn't feeling too well. He
just said he's tired, but I don't know. I want to keep an eye on him."
"He probably wore himself out this afternoon helping Mrs. McEvoy
clean out her attic." And clean out her pipes, he thought.
"Anyhow, I got some studying to do."
"Okay, sweetheart. I won't be back for a couple of hours. You'll
be okay?"
"I can take care of myself, Dad."
"That's my baby." He gave her a chaste peck on the forehead,
grabbed his plans case and headed out the door.
* * *
I wonder where his wife is? Lisa had thought, prowling the first
floor. And then she'd spotted the note under the magnetic clip on the
refrigerator door. Aha!
The shower had stopped running about five minutes before. If she
had it figured right, he should be just about finished rinsing his
mouth and toweling off -- and just about ready to fall onto the bed.
Naked.
"Brazen," she whispered, starting her slow creep up the stairs.
Halfway down the hall, she heard the thump of a limp body hitting the
mattress.
"Brazen." She mouthed the word, soundless, listening at the door.
After a few minutes, she heard the soft snoring. Even better, she
thought -- because no one snores on their belly. He's face up. And I'm
gonna get to see a real one...finally!
She put her hand on the door knob and slowly began to turn it.
* * *
"Good evening, Mr. Sugarman. Work or dinner tonight?"
"Work, I'm afraid, Clarence."
"Mr. Hiroko is at a customer's table right now -- "
"Can you give these to him when he's finished?"
The maitre 'd smiled. "No, sir, he said to bring you right to him
when you arrived. Follow me." He led Sid through the tables, which
were slowly filling, toward the window seats. "He's right there -- "
Sid didn't hear the rest of it. He'd spotted his client, but his
eyes were on the customer.
* * *
Nancy was puzzled -- and concerned. Usually, if her brother was
in his room at this hour, he was whacking off; not today. In fact,
from the sounds she could barely make out through his door, he was
actually dozing.
That was a first.
* * *
"Oh, you know each other?"
"Yes," Constance replied, smiling. "We're neighbors."
"In fact, Constance had my son help her out today. I hope he did
a good job."
"Oh, he was quite good. And very energetic"
Sid nodded too rapidly. "Glad to hear it. I wouldn't want the
Sugarman name ever to be associated with less than satisfactory work."
Hiroko laughed, Constance smiled. Why did she have the feeling
Sid was saying more than he seemed to be? Had the kid talked? "Well,
we got a lot more done than I'd hoped, but I still have some more work
for him."
"Excellent. Hey, I'm available, too, if you have need some really
big stuff moved."
"Thanks, Sid, but I'm sure Ronnie can handle it."
"He's a hard worker, alright -- a real Sugarman."
"And these are the final plans?" Hiroko asked gently.
Sid's eyes and smile made Constance uneasy, but Hiroko was
diverting the man's attention. Constance took a small sip of her
coffee and tried to relax.
* * *
Geez, what's the big deal; it looks like a worm.
Lisa was a bit disappointed and knew she shouldn't be. After all,
the guy was drunk and asleep; damned unlikely she'd get to see a real
hard-on.
She stood beside the bed, staring down at him. He was a good-
looking man, and he was pretty well built. And she just adored the
sprinkling of light brown hair on his chest and the thick patch of
curly pubic hair. She really wanted to see his balls.
Lisa took a deep breath and decided to chance it. She crawled
carefully onto the bed, between his legs. She bent low, lower...
Weird looking, she decided. Somehow, she hadn't expected them to
be so big or hang so loose. The only scrotums she'd ever seen were on
babies.
She crawled closer, gingerly avoiding touching him. At a range of
about eighteen inches, she studied his genitals with fascinated eyes.
She wished she could see it hard. She wondered what it felt like.
Almost in horror, she watched her hand reach up. She let her
fingertips graze the wrinkled shaft, surprised at its warmth.
"Snarf."
She snatched her hand back and froze in terror, immobilized for
long seconds. His breathing slowly became regular again.
And she noticed that his cock had stretched a bit.
Maybe, she thought. Maybe.
Very carefully, she reached up and again let her fingertips rest
on his cock. She moved them down and back up again, barely touching
him. To her delight and wonderment, his prick began swell and fill.
Cool!
She kept up the movement of her fingers, then grasped his cock at
midpoint between thumb and forefinger. It was so -- amazing! It was
hard and hot, yet velvety soft. And it was still growing.
He moaned, muttered something in his sleep. She couldn't make
sense of it. This was August and he was mumbling about May.
But he wasn't waking up.
She continued lightly jacking his cock until it was fully erect.
Lisa was impressed. It was a bit longer than her vibrator and notably
thicker. Since her toy was six inches long and an inch in diameter, it
made her wonder about Nancy's brother and his magic johnson; could
something that much bigger actually go into a woman?
Her pussy was damp.
I wonder if I can get him to shoot his stuff in his sleep. Guys
have wet dreams, so...
She needed some kind of lubricant, she decided, so she drooled
saliva onto her hand and resumed jacking.
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Last part in a coupla-three days. All comments and criticisms welcomed
via Email or posts (but please post only in .alt.sex.story.DISCUSS).
Sorry, but I can't Email sections. The folks giving me access have to pay
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big, well-funded organization. -- fd.
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