“I’ll just leave the money on the desk. Is that all right?” Mrs. Markway asked as she slid her feet into her spectator pumps and adjusted her bra. “You were extra special today, Mr. Gregory. I’m surprised I can walk at all.” She looked at him stretched out on the bed as she buttoned her blouse. “Your stamina always astounds me. I must thank Mr. Powers for recommending you.” She looked in the full length mirror behind the bedroom door and patted her hair once more and disappeared out of the apartment without a backwards glance.
“My pleasure.” He called back, as the door shut behind her.
Larry, or Mr. Gregory as his customers called him stretched his long body on the king-sized bed. Mrs. Markway was always a very strenuous fuck and he always made sure to leave plenty of time for a nap before his next customer arrived. He stretched again and rolled onto his side, pulling the cool sheet over him. He soon drifted off, thinking about how much he loved his job.
Larry Gregory discovered his talent while still in high school. His first serious girlfriend, Linda Ritter, was the pastor’s daughter and had a little bit of a wild side to her as many “preachers kids” do. She let him feel her up on the first date, she gave him head on the second date and by the third, they were fucking like rabbits in the shed behind her house. They were both pretty inexperienced but Larry found that he had a natural stamina and could go on and on until Linda was screaming out her orgasm. Linda’s mother had caught them. She screamed at Linda and called her all sorts of terrible names, while she slapped at her and chased her into the house. It was lucky that the pastor wasn’t home or maybe Larry’s story would have ended right then and there. But as he was dressing as fast as he could Mrs. Ritter came back outside to the shed.
“Larry, I should call your parents and let them deal with you. But I’m not going to.” She crossed her arms across her chest and tried to look stern.
Larry couldn’t believe his luck. She wasn’t going to tell. He almost cried with relief.
“No.” She continued. “What I think you need is a bit of guidance. I’m not going to tell Linda’s father, I think we should meet in private and with a little counseling and prayer we can correct the path you are choosing to follow.” She began to pace back and forth in front of him as he bent to tie his shoes. “If I told her father, he would only insist that both of you repent in front of the whole congregation. And even try to get you two married off.” She stopped pacing and watched him tuck his shirt into his pants. “No. I don’t think your family should be humiliated by your actions. So Friday after school we’ll meet, until I’m thoroughly satisfied. Uh, satisfied that you understand how serious your actions are.” She turned her back on him. “Now go home Larry. I’ll see you Friday.”
Larry couldn’t have been more relieved. He only had to spend a couple hours nodding and praying with Mrs. Ritter and he would be off the hook.
Friday afternoon arrived quickly. Larry wasn’t too thrilled about having to sit with Mrs. Ritter and have her lecture him for a couple of hours but at least Pastor Ritter didn’t have to be involved. He arrived at the Ritter home at the appointed time.
Mrs. Ritter had him sit at the kitchen table reading a particular passage from the bible while she started to prepare dinner for her family. Larry tried to concentrate on the boring passage but kept finding himself watching Mrs. Ritter out of the corner of his eye. Now that he was forced into her company, he could see where Linda got her good looks. Mrs. Ritter’s hair was medium brown and shoulder length. She was wearing a snug fitting knee length skirt that hugged her hips beautifully. Her white button blouse was starched and spotless.
As Mrs. Ritter cut carrots to put in the stew pot, the tip of her tongue would poke out of her mouth. Larry couldn’t stop staring at that moist pink tip.
“Larry. Is something wrong?” She asked.
He flinched when he realized that she had addressed him. “Ma’m? Uh, no ma’m.” Jeez! He’d been staring hard.
She licked her lips. “I think there is.” Mrs. Ritter moved to stand next to him. “I think there is something very wrong.” She put her hand on his shoulder. “Do you know what’s wrong, Larry?”
Larry swallowed hard. Mrs. Ritter had arched her back and her full breasts were straining the buttons of her crisp white blouse. Her hand moved to the back of his neck and down behind the collar. He neck was hot and he was sure that his face was red.
She leaned in closer so that her length was pressed to his side. “I’ll tell you what’s wrong.” She whispered. “What’s wrong, is that you were touching my little girl.” Her hand was rubbing his neck and pulling on the hair at the back of his head. “You, you were stroking her and . . . and kissing her. Did you use your tongue in her mouth, Larry? Did you?” Her breathing quickened. “Did you rub your hand on her breasts? I bet you did.” Her other hand reached up to the top button of his polo shirt. She pulled open the buttons and began rubbing his chest.
Larry was frozen with fear, fear and a growing lust. He could feel the crotch of his pants getting tighter. What was happening? What this some sort of test. Could Mrs. Ritter really be running her hand inside his shirt?
Mrs. Ritter kept talking. “Did you make her nipples hard? Did you roll them between your fingers and pull at them? I know you licked them. And I know you sucked them. Didn’t you?”
Larry’s head started spinning. The preacher’s wife was talking about licking nipples! Her daughter’s nipples at that!
Larry tried to get up. “Mrs. Ritter, I think I should be going. It’s almost time for my dinner. Um, my . . my mother is expecting me.”
