Chapter 39: “Mrs. Petrie. it’s Paulie?”

“Mrs. Petrie, it’s Paulie? Paulie Dubois?”

“Hi, honey, how’s your weekend going?”

“Uh, real good. I think. But Tee-Boy wonders, could you come over?”

Allie Petrie grinned to herself, “How’s your sweet mama, Paulie?”

“Um, maybe you better ask her yourself?”

“I’ll be there in a couple of minutes, kiddo.”

Allie giggled to herself; Tee-Boy must have come through. She went into her bedroom and picked up two items to take over to Fifi’s.

The next morning, CC pulled away from the City Dock and immediately stripped off his thong, He winked at Mavis, “Pretty much everybody’s naked, Bayou Bar, these days.”

Mavis watched intently as his cock thickened, then pulsed erect. She thought: Fuck, he could be my son.

Jolene giggled and stripped. Mavis hesitated, then shrugged, “When in Rome...”

She watched her weight, kept herself in fairly good shape, and was proud of it. Not that Buell paid all that much attention these days.

Jolene kept one hand on the side of the boat because she was a little nervous. She hadn’t told Kate, but she’d never learned to swim. She hefted one of the woman’s orange-sized breasts, then the other, “Mave, you look like a teenager.”

The 29-year-old woman beamed, continuing to check CC out.

Jolene patted her bush, “Hon, let’s get you waxed while we’re at Cunts Corner.”

“But Buell ... oh, hell, why not?”

Sinéad Donahue had been alerted to welcome any city girls who ventured into her place. CC said, “Sinéad, this is Jolene, works at Miss Kitty’s. An’ this here sexy lady is Mavis Pellerin. Kin you believe she’s got two teenage boys?”

Sinéad realized immediately that the woman was CC’s target. She took her time, looking Mavis up and down. Dark Cajun coloring with a tiny pinched-in waist which complemented her taut butt. She smiled, “Mavis, you get your pussy waxed, you’ll look about 16 years old; I’d be carding you in Dublin.”

CC guided her around the rope-line, and was pleased to see Pussy was free. He usually got pretty handsy with the bayou women. “Pussy, this here’s Mavis from the city. Give her the works.”

“Yes sir!” His little boner was bouncing around.

Mavis felt surprisingly calm. Other than sweating profusely, she felt comfortable with her own nudity. As she lay back, she took her time taking in the naked rope-line boys, one by one. Each one was smiling at the new lady, masturbating casually, not trying to cum. Again, she flashed on her own two boys.

Pussy gently moved her thighs apart, took her can of Dixie and laid it against her pussy, rotating is slowly. She moaned softly — what a relief.

There were three other women getting a Sabine, and the talk was all about the blowjob contest.

“For five dollars, I’d suck off ever’ boy on that rope line.”

“Acourse you would, Minnie, but what about Bubba? You know he gonna find out.”

“He is my husband, but he don’ own me, no ma’am.”

Mavis was startled at first, then rather charmed, at the openness, the frankness. And how such a small amount of money could be such an incentive.

“Katie, you gonna let Marilee suck off her brother? Karl?”

“For fifty dollars? Acourse I am. I already tole her she kin keep ten for herself.”

“He been after her a long time, Karl?”

Mimi snorted, “Ever since he saw his first blowjob pictures, him.”

“He ain’t gonna leave her alone, Marilee, once she sucks him off.’

“Yeah, we gotta keep an eye on him, Karl.”

Mavis’s thoughts drifted off for a moment to her own childhood. She and her younger brother, Martin, used to play doctor and nurse. Except she always insisted on being the doctor. And that memorable summer when he pleaded and begged until she relented and began sucking him off. Then the casual contest talk brought her back to the present.

“You gonna enter Marilee in the contest — girl who sucks the most cocks?”

‘Fuck no, I’m gonna try an’ win that myself, me.”

By the time two other women had replaced her neighbors, Mavis was hardly even surprised when the conversation turned to sucking off their sons.

“I heard Mama Durant gonna suck off her two boys.”

“Mama Durant? Wouldn’t surprise me none, she fucks them too.”

“Well ... five hundred dollars.”

“Yeah.”

“I heard Lettie Francois gonna suck off her boy. She could use that twenty dollars.”

“Tommy-Tom? Kin he even cum?”

“Yeah, he started a few weeks ago, what I heard.”

That led to a roundtable discussion of when their own sons had first begun spurting off; and the ensuing challenges at home.

Pussy had finished waxing and shampooing Mavis. He cooled her off with another spray from the garden hose, then moved his massaging fingers from her neck and shoulders down to her pussy. She stiffened for a moment, then saw the rope-line boys grinning and nudging each other. As Pussy slid a finger in and started gently circling her clit, she thought: Why not? Why the fuck not?

CC and Jolene watched approvingly as a blush crept down Mavis’s chest, and she suddenly arched her pelvis up.

As they prepared to head back to Sausalito, Sinéad held up her palm, “Mavis, CC wants a picture of all you city lasses.”

She shrugged and giggled as CC placed his arm around her shoulders. She slid her arm around his waist and thought: He’s young enough to be my son, but he isn’t. Both tan, slender bodies glistened with sweat and were bathed golden in the sun. CC, with his erection, Mavis with her newly bald pussy.

Sinéad got Mavis’s email address and sent the photo to her with the heading, ‘FUCKABLE’. Mavis was inordinately pleased with both the photo and the caption.

On the ride back to the City Docks, Mavis looked at Jolene shrewdly, “You and Kate want me to enter the blowjob contest, don’t you?”

“Yes ma’am.” Jolene spoke, as she usually did, from the heart. “Sausalito ain’t never gonna be as open as the bayous. But Kate and Eulalie want to liven things up in town.”

Mavis was still checking CC out, “Why me?”

“Kate said you’re smart. And gutsy. And she likes it that if you do it, it’ll be mostly for the fun of it. You ain’t like a lot of girls, desperate for the money.”

“Still, five hundred is a lot. I could use it, we could, use it, me and Buell.”

Jolene wasn’t the brightest girl around, but she had enough native sensibility not to push. To let Mavis work through things in her own mind.

“I’d have to tell Buell ahead of time. No way I’d want him to hear about it from his worthless friends.”

Jolene nodded understandingly. Mavis was concerned not about sucking cock in public, but about her husband’s reaction.

Mavis, “Now, my boys, I’m not so worried about them. Three or four of their friends’ mothers work at Miss Kitty’s. So sucking cocks isn’t exactly unknown to them.”

Jolene smiled reassuringly.

“I’m sure they gotta know I’ve given my share of BJs over the years.” She sighed, “Tell you what, I’ll talk to Buell tonight an’ let you know. I donna want to leave this hanging.”

“I’ll tell Kate.”

Mavis gave CC’s erection a little swat, sending it swaying, “Any chance you could be my partner?”

“I wish. But I’m putting up the prize money. Well, Sabine is, really. But it still wouldn’t look right.”

Later that night, Mavis called Jolene, “One problem. Buell wants to fuck you.”

“I could suck him off, hon; Kate wouldn’t mind.”

“No, he wants pussy.”

“Oh. Okay, I’ll ask Kate.”

“When will you know?”

“Tonight, I’ll call you ‘round ten or so.”

“Okay, good luck. I wanna do it now.”

Later that night, Mavis eagerly grabbed her phone, “Yeah?”

Jolene giggled, “Kate had one ... uh, what do you call it ... stipulation! One stipulation.”

“What?”

“You let CC fuck you. Buell don’t have to know. Kate thinks it’s more fair — pussy for pussy.”

“Where? When?”

“At the Firefly house, first thing in the morning.”

“He leaves for work around seven; then I gotta get the boys off to school.”

“CC’ll be waiting.”

Kate smiled with satisfaction and told Jolene, “After CC fucks her, and after she sucks off a bayou boy, we can start pressuring her to consider doing her brother — that’s another thousand right there.”

“I know that Martin, Kate, her brother. His wife’s real mousy — he might go along with it.”

Jill waited until the Monday Mamas started drifting off to start their day. Then she pulled her lifelong friend, Sally Allard, off to the side. No beating around the bush, “I’m thinking of dancing on Saturday morning. Kate’s been encouraging me.”

“Kimmy.”

That one word summed up the entire matter. By Monday, the student body at John Lee Hooker would have heard about Jill. Sally’s immediate reaction, and her only real concern, was about Jill’s daughter. Harold could be handled, manipulated. Husbands were one thing; teenage children another.

Jill nodded, “Yep.”

Sally had another thought, “Hon, have you started licking pussy? With Ginny?”

“Not quite. About everything but.”

“Ah. I like her; she’s nice.”

“Real nice.”

“Would Kate let you dance with her? Might make it easier, your first time.”

As expected, Sally’s concern wasn’t about her friend licking pussy in front of all those boys. It was Kimmy, and, to a lesser degree, Jill’s stage fright.

“I’m gonna ask her, but if I decide to go for it ... well, I guess I’ll jess ... um, perform with whoever Kate tells me.”

Mavis decided to get it over with before she chickened out. She talked with her two teenage boys — Alvin and Chester — one at a time.

Alvin, the older one, was his usual pragmatic self.

“Al, now don’t have a cow. I’m gonna enter the BJ contest down in the bayous. I’ll be bringing home five-hundred dollars, cash money.”

The dark-eyed boy looked at her for several moments, “What does Daddy have to say?”

“We can use the money.”

“That’s it? No screaming? You know how he gets.”

“He gets two hundred; that’s how he gets.”

“Oh.” Long pause, “Well, at least you can’t get pregnant.”

CC flashed into her mind, but she just said, “Nope.”

Chester, her favorite even though she wasn’t supposed to have favorites, grinned and gave her a high-five. “Momster! I been telling you, you could be dancing at Miss Kitty’s. You’re hot. An’ sexy!”

“Why thank you, kind sir. But this is just a one-time thing, one little blowjob for five-hundred dollars.”

“You gonna be naked?”

Mavis was startled, “Of course.”

Chester gave her a sly smile, “You gonna swallow?”

She kept a straight face, “That’s quite enough, young man.”

Buell Pellerin called his foreman, “Problem at home; I’ll be in before noon.”

As soon as the boys were off to school, Mavis left for the Firefly House. And, CC Hebert. In her mind, she was delighted with the tradeoff. She realized didn’t care all that much if Buell fucked Jolene. She was no threat to her marriage. But Mavis was moist, just thinking of CC, that tan, hard, youthful body.

Buell felt like a winner. Yeah, his wife would suck off a bayou boy. But she’d bring home five-hundred dollars for it. And he, Buell, was scoring pussy.

Kate Broussard was pleased with the Pellerin marital dance, and knew it was the kind of O’Henry twist that Eulalie would appreciate. A heretofore faithful husband and wife were cheating on each other. Buell, not knowing about CC, believing he was getting one over on her. And Jolene told Kate that Mavis was almost giddy at the thought of some prime teenage cock. That her husband wouldn’t know about.

To both husband and wife, the Cunts Corner blowjob had become almost secondary.

Well, Sabine had some plans for Mavis that would push her even further and would continue to condition her into saying ‘yes’ to future endeavors.

Jolene had also talked with Mavis’s brother, Martin, and he was laughingly on board for a surprise blowjob. Neither of them mentioned Martin’s wife, apparently a nonentity.

Jolene showed up at the Pellerin house soon after Mavis left to meet CC. Kate had told Jolene, “Fuck him in their marriage bed; it might annoy Mavis, push her a little off balance.”

Jolene would have done it for free, but Kate insisted on paying her a hundred dollars. And taking money for fucking her neighbor seemed to Jolene to be ... proper. Natural.

Buell, naked and erect and grinning hugely, welcomed Jolene enthusiastically, “I been wanting you ever since we moved here.”

“Oh, God, Buell, me too!” She lied easily and convincingly the way women had been reassuring men for millennia. “I never said anything ‘cause you’re married an’ all.”

As she undressed, Jolene assessed the man. Not bad looking, not at all. A little bit of a pot belly, a hairier back than she preferred, an average-sized penis.

But way too eager. He rolled her into bed and rushed straight for her clit. Jolene moaned as if in heat. Naturally, he shot off way too quickly.

“Fuck!”

“That’s okay, honey, you got me nice and wet for next time.”

“We can do it again?”

“Acourse, I’m not missing out on this, no sir. I work the lunch shift today, but I don’t have to be there until 11.”

Meanwhile, a smiling Sabine ushered Mavis into the Firefly House, “Welcome, honey, we’re ready for you.”

Mavis thought: We?

Sabine led her into the bedroom where a smiling Slim and CC Hebert were nude. Mavis thought: Slim?

Sabine began undressing the woman; and Mavis, still confused, offered no resistance. CC embraced her, and Mavis experienced her first extracurricular kiss since she’d been married. She shuddered with pleasure.

CC and Slim led her over to the bed and lay her on her back. Slim said, “You were right, CC, this is one sexy lady.”

Sabine held up her cell, “I’ll tape you, Mavis.”

Frown, “Is that what Kate wants?”

“It’s what I want.”

“Oh.” They already had that naked Bayou Bar picture of her and CC. “Okay.”

Sabine smiled, “Get her ready, Slim.”

Slim! Slim?

“But...”

Slim whispered, “Shh,” and kissed her just the way CC had. Mavis hadn’t been with another girl since ... when? God, middle school. Just then Slim slid her middle finger in, and Mavis, surprised at how wet she already was, instantly forgot her trip down Memory Lane. She thrust her tongue against Slim’s, and humped her hips up.

Slim was in no hurry; she realized they had the woman at their mercy. Mavis had already agreed to be taped; and was more than passively agreeing to be seduced by a mother and her son.

Slim played her like a violin. Teasing, bringing her to the brink, backing off, making her plead for it. When Slim straddled her head, Mavis tongue-fucked the sexy bayou girl with all of her enthusiastic might. Her own need for release had coalesced into a pussy-eating hunger.

By the time Slim slid CC’s cock into her, Mavis was thrashing her head from side to side, whimpering, so close, so needy. When CC plunged all the way in, all at once, Slim kept fingering Mavis’s clit, giving her the first of a series of rippling orgasms.

When CC finally exploded in her pussy, Slim replaced his cock with her mouth, not giving Mavis an instant of recovery time. Slim kept working the woman, not allowing her even a moment’s respite until CC was erect again.

The two of them tag-teamed Mavis almost, but not quite, to the point of cruelty. She was lost, at sea, being used physically, mentally, emotionally. Mavis, eyes squeezed shut, couldn’t tell where CC ended and Slim began. They effortlessly teased her, used her, traded her back and forth. Mavis, as she later realized, had become pussy, pure pussy.

When Sabine was satisfied, she nodded, “Enough.” Slim backed off; CC nodded, he was ready, and his only physical contact was his cock in Mavis’s pussy. He focused and came inside her for the second time.

After Mavis left, Sabine moved on to the next subject, “All right, the blowjob contest starts Sunday morning. I got Mavis booked on Shannon Says for Monday. Slim, will Martin be there at Cunts Corner on Sunday?”

“I’ll double-check with Jolene, but yeah, he said he would.”

At home that night, Buell and Mavis didn’t talk about their day. Buell wanted to savor the memory; and he still held out hope for an encore with Jolene. Mavis didn’t discuss her own adventure because Buell knew nothing about it.

When the boys were asleep, Buell, still fantasizing about Jolene, wanted some pussy. He was thrilled with the idea of fucking two women on the same day, in the same bed.

Mavis didn’t resist, didn’t even resent it. She lay back, accepting him, but passively so. She realized as he was sawing away at her that sex with her husband would never be the same. Would never please her anywhere close to the way Slim and CC had just done.

She juggled her thoughts and emotions. How did she feel about her sex life now? She admitted it had been okay, but just okay for years.

What Slim and CC had done to her was life-changing. She would never look at sex the same way again. Before Mavis had left Sabine’s house, she asked the Cajun girl for a copy of the sex tape.

“Acourse, Mavis. But first Ray-Ray Fontenot is gonna edit it.”

That a teenage boy, the mayor’s son in fact, was going to see her licking Slim’s pussy, cumming like crazy, getting fucked by CC ... well, it was as if some internal Permission Switch had been flipped on. Mavis had no objections to the semipublic exposure; and felt hyper-alive, very much ready for her next adventure.

Paulie opened the door for Mrs. Petrie, “They’re in my room.”

She slipped out of her dress, kicked off her sneakers, gave his erection a friendly squeeze, and followed him back. She stopped in the doorway to take in the sight. It was better than she had hoped for.

Fifi’s pussy was up in the air, her eyes were closed, her breathing ragged, her face and chest flushed a deep red. Tee-Boy, his gorgeous cock soft and flopped across one thigh, was caressing the woman with only his middle finger. His face rapt with concentration as he studied Fifi’s face. He was fascinated as he watched the emotions flicker across — hunger, release, need, awe.

Allie was so fucking proud of him.

She smiled as she realized how helpless Fifi was. This was so much better than on that stage at Miss Kitty’s. A controlled setting, a most willing subject, and now the freedom to experiment to her heart’s content.

Tee-Boy asked, “You wanna do her, Mom?” He spoke in a normal tone of voice; no reaction from Fifi.

“Yes, yes indeed I do. But first...”

Allie eased her friend’s head up a fraction and slid a sleep mask over her eyes. She winked at Tee-Boy and gentled a pair of Bose wireless headphones over Fifi’s ears. Allie had pre-lowered the sound of Bach’s “Toccata and Fugue in D Minor” to an almost whisper level.

Fifi didn’t respond, didn’t stir a muscle other than to thrust up as another gentle climax rippled through her.

Paulie stared at his mother in wonder. Her face was flushed, but looked so serene at the same time. Her nipples were hard as diamonds. With her butt up in the air, it looked like a football team could come in and fuck her. She looked like she wanted a football team to fuck her.

He watched as Mrs. Petrie lay down between Fifi’s thighs just as he had done to start things off. She slid her long, slender middle finger underneath Tee-Boy’s, who moved his hand slowly away. He eased off the bed and sat down on the arm of Paulie’s leather club chair.