Chapter 45: Miss Kitty and Mr. Cock

Friday morning, I took one of the few nonstop flights from Denver to Boston. I got into Logan airport just before suppertime and had texted Fran, Sheila, and Ally my whereabouts before I realized that Sheila was still on the west coast doing her museum curator work. I’d miss her.

Ally texted right back saying she was on her way home. Fran sent me a happy face.

I was home twenty-five minutes later wondering why everybody wanted to try to get through the tunnel to Boston at the same time.

Ally gave me a huge hug and a thousand kisses before I could even set my briefcase down. She was bubbling over with things to tell me about her job, her interactions with some friends, and what they’d been doing all week. I’d heard some of the things in my phone conversations with her, but face-to-face obviously had greater meaning for her, so I listened attentively and asked probing questions.

Just as Ally started to run out of steam and we each had a glass of wine, Fran came through the door and the process repeated, perhaps with more zeal perhaps because she was my fiancée.

In the course of talking to the two girls, I learned that Aidan had stayed with the two of them on Wednesday and Thursday nights, keeping them sexually satisfied in his own way. I had a kind thought about Aidan, and how careful he was of the girls and not to encroach on my relationship with them. I knew he loved them almost as much as I did, and together with his ethos, I always felt safe leaving them in his care.

After a dinner in Harvard Square and a walk home, the three of us found innovative ways to make our ‘FFM’ evening work to everyone’s advantage.

About eleven o’clock, just as we’d decided to turn out the lights, Sheila called home. It was eight p.m. in LA. We put her on speakerphone.

After our initial greetings, Sheila said, “I have a date tonight, in about a half-hour. Sort of a friend of a friend, and we’re double dating to go dancing at a club. I hope that’s all right with you all?”

I felt that usual pang of jealousy, but I pushed the feeling down and said, “Go have fun. Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do, but we want a full report – in detail!”

Sheila laughed, told us about Wes, her date, and the other friends she’d met while in LA. She also talked about her museum work, but it wasn’t until later that I got to thinking about how little time it would have taken her to do what she described. Oh, well, I thought, what do I know about being a museum curator?

Saturday night, Fran, Ally and I drove out to Dillon to the girls’ parents’ home. Jean and Dave were hosting a few of the people from their swing group along with the Fabulous 5 who we introduced them to. There was the usual hubbub that went on at any party for a while as each person was greeted into the party circle. In this case the greetings had a deeper meaning due to the intimacy that people had shared in the past and the intimate times expected that night. Thus, the kisses were deeper, the whispered words of love and caring were more profound, and of course the invitations to couple later in the evening were given freely.

Jean latched onto me. She told me in a matter-of-fact tone, “Miss Kitty has missed you a great deal. It’s been well over a month and she wants Mr. Cock to visit her for a long time tonight.”

I laughed, “Well, Mr. Cock can hardly wait to visit. He hasn’t been lonely but he certainly has missed Miss Pussy Kitty and the talent she has.”

Jean bent down slightly and rubbed the front of my jeans as we stood talking. I would have been embarrassed but for the fact that similar seductive moves were happening all over the Henson’s living room. To my right, my friend and lover Rita had Aidan’s cock out and was stretching the flaccid appendage until I thought more about a long rubber band than a penis. Fran had latched onto her father and was making out with him. Sean and Ally were making out like the end of the earth was near. Other visitors were similarly inclined.

“Miss Pussy would like to extend an invitation to Mr. Cock to follow her upstairs to the master bedroom. There is a moist pit of pleasure up there she is sure he would enjoy seeing and taking a dive in.”

“Mr. Cock accepts the invitation.” I allowed Jean to grab my hand and lead me from the din of party conversation in the living room to the staircase, and subsequently to her bedroom.

Jean and I kissed once we were in the room. As usual we left the door open in case others wanted to watch or join us.

Jean said, “Miss Kitty talked to the Tit Sisters and they would like your hands and mouth to pleasure them. So, hurry and set them free.”

I helped Jean by pulling her sporty top over her head and then released her bra and tossed it aside. Despite her age, Jean had somehow managed to escape much of the sagging issues many women her age faced. The Tit Sisters stood tall, proud, and appropriately saggy as my hands started to embrace them, and my tongue started to search for the nipples to suck and bite.

“Oh, Mr. Cock, that’s just the right thing to be doing. Miss Kitty feels the sensations and emotions resulting from what you are doing with great relish. Please do more.”

A minute later, Jean was naked, and a few seconds after that Mr. Cock also stood in his nude glory. Jean lunged at my cock, inhaling it while trying to talk to me. She whispered, “Oh, Mr. Cock seems so happy to see me. He’s coming to life and letting me know he likes me.” We both giggled.