Chapter 29: Jill Moreau Tried to...

Jill Moreau tried to identify what she was feeling, how she was feeling. She was finally alone with Danny Boy Aubert. Her heart wasn’t racing; she didn’t feel faint, nothing like that.

But it was like there was a low level current running through her body, a slight thrum. Was it physical? Mental? Both? She didn’t spend much time analyzing it. She turned her focus on the boy who was lying beside her, smiling gently.

She remembered Ginny’s advice, and asked him, “Do you want to cum? You know ... get it out of the way?”

He shook his head, “No thanks. Denise had me cum right before you got here. She tole me to make you cum first thing. To not be in a rush, to take my time with you.”

“Oh.”

He kissed her softly, stroking her side. She moaned and thrust her tongue against his. She clasped his head with her hands as he licked and nibbled his way down her petite body. As he sucked her little nipples, she whispered, “Yes.”

When he continued down her tummy, she brought her heels back by her butt and spread her thighs. She thought: I don’t care if it makes me look desperate, I need it.

Danny Boy remembered Denise’s advice as they had watched Jill masturbate in the video she had sent him. “She’s an easy cum, honey. See how far you can take her. Don’t be in such a hurry to fuck her; she ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

“Okay...”

“And remember, her clit is sensitive, so be real gentle. Take your time, study her, find out what drives her crazy.”

“Got it.”

“Well, maybe you do. Now once you get her going, keep at her. Go easy on your touch, but be firm with her. When you got her cumming, don’t stop no matter how she begs. And don’t fuck right away. Not til she’s a little rag doll.”

“An then use plenty of lube.”

“That’s right, slather her up real good. Yourself too. You want her real slippery.”

“An’ then, ease it in.”

“Right. Go real slow, but I think you can get it all the way in. Then what?”

Danny Boy smiled, “Flex it, wait for her to squeeze me back.”

Denise winked, “It may take her a while; she’ll be so stuffed. But you keep working her clit, she’ll be one happy ole gal.”

Jill knew nothing of the maternal instructions of course, but she was the recipient of Denise’s experience and advice. She had no idea how long Danny Boy kept his head between her thighs, but she did know that she had climaxed faster only during those times when she was doing herself and was in a certain mood.

He got her off so quickly that she didn’t experience the usual sensation of getting closer and closer. She just suddenly went, “OH!”

He took his time, often pausing to finger her gently, to look up into her eyes, to evaluate her expression, while all the while never losing contact with her clit. As he enjoyed her, she thought: He’s studying my body, my pussy, me. He’s trying to figure out what works best on me.

That thought, that growing awareness, occupied only a tiny portion of her attention, but it filled her with the same warm glow that she had experienced when she realized that Denise was trying to put her at ease, make her feel comfortable, back in the kitchen.

As her orgasms gradually increased in frequency, she began yearning for the rest of it, the rest of him. Not because she craved vaginal penetration, but because he was getting her hotter and hotter. Wanting his cock was becoming an emotional need, a hunger for all of him.

“Danny Boy, please.”

He lifted his head and smiled up at her, continuing to feather her clit with a fingertip, “Shh.”

She tried to will her body to relax, to just lie there and enjoy it. Enjoy the most number of small, rippling orgasms she’d ever experienced during one session. But the ache inside her continued to grow. “Please, Danny Boy. I want it now. Need it, please?”

He was more than content with his performance so far. He thought: This is what Denise meant, what Denise wanted me to do.

Jill felt the oddest sensation, felt that her pussy was somehow ... expanding? No, not physically. But it was like it was growing hungrier, needier. That her mental and emotional desire was somehow manifesting itself in... “Please, don’t make me beg.”

A minute or so later, ‘“I am begging you now. Please, Danny Boy, PLEASE!”

He scooted up, smiled at her, used to fingers to lubricate her already sopping pussy, then himself. As Denise had told him, he gentled her to edge of the bed and stood up on the floor. He pulled her ankles up to his shoulders; her feet barely reached that high.

He gently pulled her ankles apart, creating a naked V. He bent his knees slightly and rubbed the head of his rigid cock up and down her pussy. Jill’s pale complexion was blotchy with splashes of red on her cheeks and chest.

She was making little moaning noises deep in her throat as she used both hands to guide him to her. He again marveled at how tiny her pussy looked as the tip, then the head, then another inch, slid in.

Jill squeezed her eyes shut; aside from when Kimmy was born, she had never felt anywhere remotely close to being this full. He stopped moving and spoke softly, “Touch yourself.”

“Huh? Oh. Okay.”

He continued to hold her ankles widely apart; she massaged her clit; he eased in, inch by inch. She was stuffed. He flexed his cock. She concentrated on bringing her breathing under control. He flexed again. She said, “Oh, hello,” and squeezed her pussy in response. He smiled down at her.

Denise watched, smiling fondly, from the hall.

Janie and Susie Castilian were too sophisticated to react to the five naked dancers in the Miss Kitty dressing room. Ray-Ray led Eve and her daughters out into the audience area where a wildly cheering crowd was whistling and hollering as a naked Jolene Horton finger-fucked a naked Gigi Fontenot.

Even Eve was startled at the raw blatancy of the public act. Her daughters tried mightily to hide their shock. Janie muttered, “Typical.” Susie nodded, “Typical.”

Upstairs, Eve made the introductions. Kate smiled, “Stick around a minute, Ray-Ray, I may want to record this.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Kate said, “All right, ladies, strip.” No preliminaries, no getting-to-know-you chitchat, no context. Eve was more surprised than the girls. Stealing glances at Ray-Ray, Janie and Susie grinned, undressed completely, and grinned some more.

Kate had been in the flesh business for almost 20 years and was satisfied with what she was seeing. Janie and Susie weren’t as young as she would later go on to hire, but they were sexy little nymphs and knew it. Plus, they were available on short notice. Kate had too many startup tasks ahead of her to spend a lot of time recruiting new pussy.

As Ray-Ray taped the three of them, Kate appraised the scene as her future customers would. She was more interested in their faces than the three bald pussies, as alluring as they were.

In Eve, Kate saw the young women those girls would grow into. In Janie and Susie, she saw the little girl that Eve had once been. The main thing was the strong facial resemblance; even without birth certificates, it would be obvious to the club members that this was a mother and her daughters.

“Thank you, Ray-Ray.”

“Yes ma’am.”

The girls watched him go, little smiles on their faces.

Kate had recruited talent for years and years. She knew the interview drill, knew how to interpret reluctance, eagerness, nervousness, greediness. She was getting a positive read from the three of them.

Kate sketched in the big picture — the club, the members, the roles for the Castilian family. Susie asked, “You don’t want us naked?”

“Not at first dear; keep some mystery about you,”

Janie, “How many blowjobs?”

Eve kept a straight face.

“Not very many. At least not at first. You girls are prime pussy, not some little street sluts.”

Susie, “Like the Dirty Dozen.”

Janie, “And their boys. Talk about sluts.”

The questions — mostly about what Janie and Susie would be allowed, and expected, to do — went on for several minutes. Kate turned to Eve, “All right, you’re hired.”

“Thank you, thank you so fucking much.”

“It’ll be a minimum of six months. Then we’ll revisit the terms and see how satisfied each of us is.”

Next, Kate positioned the three of them, Eve in the middle, in front of white, sheet-like backdrop. A tripod-mounted iPhone with the camera facing the group.

“This is where I protect myself, Eve. I’ll capture everything on video. I’m going to read a series of questions about what you’re volunteering to do with your daughters. Nudity, blowjobs, fucking. You’re going to state your name and ages and address and then answer each question in the affirmative. Understood?”

“Fucking?”

“That involves only you to begin with. Read the contract. When I’m ready to offer Janie and Susie, when the pussy-demand is high enough, then you still retain the right to say no.”

Eve closed her eyes to think. Then sighed, “Okay, you and I know if i turn you down, we’re out on our butts, right?”

“Of course. This isn’t a charity, it’s a whorehouse.”

Janie and Susie followed the back-and-forth avidly.

“Okay, okay, turn on the camera.”

Susie said, “Should we show our pussies?”

Janie said, “We can do the vertical splits.”

“Not now, dear hearts, save your slut vibe for the paying customers.”

Down in the Cajun Bayous, Marie Lambert had two specific problems. Well, one problem and one ... situation. Like most of her friends and neighbors, Marie was an eminently pragmatic woman. She began considering that her son might be able to mitigate the problem, which was, no surprise, money.

She needed another Jon boat. Not a new one, who could afford that? But a replacement for the current one, which had been patched and mended too many times. Her used motor should last for a couple, three more years, but the boat itself...

Marie kept her son, Tee-Will, home from school and asked her next-door neighbor, Renata Alarie, to stop by. Since it was only a two-minute boat ride, Reneta didn’t bother to pull on her panties in the middle of the fucking heat wave. Besides, it wasn’t like Tee-Will hadn’t seen her naked numerous times.

The two women, pussies casually on display, sipped chicory and regarded the 14-year-old Tee-Will, who Marie had told to stay naked.

Marie sighed, “See, we don’t excite him none, Renata.”

Renata said, “It looks normal.” She reached over and hefted his balls, stroked his limp penis. “Feel regular too.”

Marie nodded glumly.

Renata, “You lucky, in a way. Tee-Will ain’t after bothering your two girls.”

“No, you’re right.”

“An’ he don’ come sneaking in your bed, trying to finger some pussy? Like the Pierres?” Renata had named her two sons after the two men who, she was pretty sure, had fathered them.

“No, he ain’t showed no interest, my pussy.”

“Kin you get him hard, Marie?”

“Yeah, take some time, but I kin.”

“Go on, then.”

Marie took him in her mouth, swirled her tongue around, created suction; like Cajun women had been doing for eons. Tee-Will smiled at Renata, but his mind was on a new marsh pond where he’d heard they were biting. Since he didn’t have to go to school today, he’d try to bring home a bunch of red snapper and king mackerel for supper.

After a few minutes, Marie sat back, “There.”

Reneta reached over to feel, nodded to herself, “Good an’ hard. You ever try an’ fuck him, Marie?” Asked in the tone she might have used to inquire if her friend had taken the boy’s temperature.

“Couple of times jess to ... well, see about him.”

“Yeah?”

Marie shook her head, “He done gone soft. Right away.”

Still holding the boy’s cock, Renata said, “Can you make him cum, chère?”

“Yeah, it take me a while, but yeah.”

“Go on then, I wanna taste it, Tee-Will.”

Marie went back to work for the next five or six minutes. When he finally spurted into her mouth, he said, “Thanks, Mama.”

Marie dribbled his cum into the palm of her hand and extended it to her friend. Renata held her wrist and licked up the small puddle. She closed her eyes to concentrate.

“Tastes regular, jess like a normal boy.”

“That’s what I thought, me.”

“Tell you what, Marie, I bring the Pierres by on they way to school tomorrow.”

“Thanks, chère.”

Both women knew what the results would be, but would go through the drill just to be sure.

In the morning, before the temperature had soared much above 90, Renata led Pierre and Pierre up the steps, into Marie’s kitchen. She and Tee-Will were still naked. Marie’s daughters had left for school.

Renata said, “Strip, boys.”

The Pierres took off their shorts, and, looking from their mother to Marie, back and forth, grew erect. Tee-Will, staring at the boys, became instantly hard. Reneta glanced at Marie; the two women exchanged a nod.

Renata said, “Tee-Will, go suck Pierre off.”

Somehow people knew which Pierre was which.

“Yes ma’am.”

The boy sat in a kitchen chair and eagerly pulled Pierre into his mouth. After a couple of minutes, Tee-Will moaned and shot off. He kept sucking and remained erect.

By the time both Pierres had cum, Marie said, “What you say, Tee-Will?

“Thank you, Miss Renata.” He was still erect, throbbing in the sunlight.

Renata said, “All right, off to school, all three of you. Marie, I’ll go by Mr. Romero’s with you.”

“Thanks, hon.”

On the way, neither woman mentioned the morning cocksucking session. The Pierres were renowned around the bayous for their sex drive, remarkable even for teenage boys. At night, Renata was on a seemingly constant vigil to thwart their late-night visits to her bed.

As she had told Marie, “I thought I had it solved, me, when I taught them to jack each other off. But that only worked for a week or so.”

“Why can’t they jess suck each other off like normal boys?”

“Because they pussy-crazy an’ I the only one in the house.”

Mr. Romero greeted them fondly, “Welcome Marie, welcome Renata, come in.” He looked around, confused for a moment, then spotted his underpants and pulled them on.

As they nibbled on boudin, Marie said, “Mr. Romano, I got me a business deal in mind.”

“Oh?”

“Me an’ Renata hear them twins doing real good by you, bringin’ in steady money, ever’ night.”

He nodded, “That’s right, it’s mostly blowjobs, this weather, ain’t a lot of call for pussy.”

“We hear some nights they work real late, way after dark.”

“That’s right.”

Renata jumped in, “Tee-Will, he still new at it, but he’s turning out to be a pretty good cocksucker.”

Marie, eagerly, “If you let him do some of them twins’ customers, I’ll give you a quarter out of every dollar.”

Renata, “Marie needs a new Jon boat.”

Mr. Romano held up his hand, smiling, “I like the idea, Marie. Them twins can’t keep up.” He shook his head in amazement, “They’s mamas all over the bayous — takin’ money to school, leaving off dollars here. They say they boys done got use to a goodnight blowjob, come to expect it.”

Renata nodded sagely, “An’ if they don’ get one, they start looking around the house for a sister, a mama, a cousin.”

Mr. Romano and Marie quickly came to terms. She was to keep the entire dollar. Tee-Will would take over the blowjob route closest to her house. No one in the meeting considered that there might be a mother who objected to having a boy instead of a girl doing her son. Or sons.

On the ride home, Renata said, “I was thinking I might fuck Tee-Will myself, see if that do any good.” She shook her head, “Not no more.”

Marie, shook her head, “Don’t bother.” But she was pleased with the business meeting and filled with gratitude, said, “You want, I kin send Tee-Will over to sleep with the Pierres once he finished working. No charge.”

Renata smiled, “Let’s try it out!” Then, “What if they wanna fuck him?”

“Huh. What you think?”

“Them twins get five dollars, maybe Tee-Will could too.”

“God, would that help! I’m gonna talk to him, after school, Tee-Will.”

Chase Windsor was now fully involved in the LOST case. He took Eulalie with him to Austin, Texas to meet with another one of his expert consultants. She met them in Chase’s suite in the Hotel Ella.

Tamara Harding was 64, grey-hair in a long braid. No makeup, an ankle-length, shapeless dress. She wore flat, open-toed sandals, and had incongruously Technicolor toenails in various neon shades. She never removed her Oakley Polarized sunglasses.

Tamara had a gravely, smoker’s voice, almost masculine. She declined coffee, crossed her arms, “So?”

Chase smiled, “Ready for a little detective work?”