Chapter 41: When She Heard the Front Door Open...

When she heard the front door open and the boys laughing and horsing around, Fifi scooted to the end of Paulie’s bed, slid a pillow under her butt, pulled on Allie’s headphones and sleep mask. She was already so soaked.

She felt rather than heard the boys scramble into the shower. She reached between her thighs — God, was she ready.

What Fifi didn’t know because Paulie had been told not to alert her, was that Janie and Susie had accompanied the boys to Fifi’s house. At lunch, the sisters had cornered Paulie in the cafeteria, “Tee-Boy said you slut-fucked your mother this weekend.”

“Yes, ma’am. And she wants it again after school.”

Now Janie and Susie didn’t know what ‘slut-fucking’ meant and had been too proud to ask Tee-Boy. But they weren’t about to miss the action this afternoon. And, they’d tape it for Kate as well.

However, they were startled to see the woman with a mask and headphones. Susie said, “What’s up with that, Paulie?”

“She doesn’t want to know who’s fucking her. It’s like a ... like a surprise.”

Janie nodded, “Typical.”

Susie nodded, “For slut-fucking.”

As the festivities got underway, the sisters could appreciate the anonymity aspect — the five boys, 14 and 15, naked and excited and horny, did look alike. The girls knew each of them individually, but as they took their 15 and 20-second turns on Fifi, they did seem almost interchangeable.

And, after the second boy pulled out in mid-stroke, the girls immediately understood what slut-fucking meant. They exchanged a glance and mentally went through their Dirty Dozen Rolodex. They knew exactly which woman would be mortified to have this done to her. Claire Chastain was now the most reluctant member of the club. She still clung to illusions of old-fashioned romance, of romantic love.

Well, they’d have her publicly slut-fucked on that bed in Contrary Mary’s. Their original vision had been to have a lot more boys participate, but as they thought it through, they came to believe that four or five would equally humiliating. Janie said, “They’re just jacking off in her pussy, that’s all.”

Susie nodded, “Just a cum-bucket.”

The girls noticed how much time Paulie spent on his knees, sucking his buddies back to life. Janie said, “Robby will be our designated cocksucker.”

Susie nodded, “Claire’s son. But we also want him to cum in her.”

Janie nodded, “Of course, she hates that now.”

But the girls were surprised, and impressed, by how much Fifi was loving the session. She gave a little whimper when each cock was pulled out — but gave a relieved, “Oh!” when the next one entered. And, she was obviously climaxing. Not that hard, but more frequently than they’d ever seen a woman achieve.

Janie asked Paulie, curiously, “How many loads will you guys shoot in her?”

“I promised her 15, but I’m hoping for more.”

Susie nodded, “Three each. Typical.”

Janie nodded, “For slut-fucking.”

When the boys were finally spent, Paulie sent them home before removing his mother’s mask. Fifi was startled to see the Castilian sisters, but smiled, “Oh. Did you see everything?”

Janie, “Have you always been such a slut?”

Susie, “I mean, really.”

Fifi thought about the question. “Hmm, probably. I was a pretty wild child. But it’s just recently ... well, I guess Allie and Tee-Boy really brought it out this weekend.”

Janie, “Do you want to know who just fucked you?”

Fifi laughed, “No, not really. It doesn’t really matter, does it?”

Susie, “Who do you think would hate getting slut-fucked?”

Another laugh, “Oh, Claire Chastain, no question. She’s having second thoughts about the whole Dirty Dozen thing.”

Janie, “We’ll see about that.”

When she got home — Clark up in Jackson, her five kids in school, Linda Mouton flopped down in bed and was instantly out for almost an hour. Later, in the shower, she smiled as the Cunts Corner memories came flooding back.

She checked her cell — yep, Joe-Joe had sent her the lewd photos and even sexier video clips. She studied her images carefully. She was pleased with how sexy she looked, how sexy she felt.

Then she flashed on Miss Kitty’s, and rushed to the website. Clicked on City Girls Gone To The CUNTry and was delighted to see her videos were already posted. She watched herself on their large flat screen, and was even more tickled.

She particularly enjoyed the ‘after’ shots. Her completely bald pussy, her lopsided grin, her blatant display. She hadn’t realized it at the time, and seeing the video now made her giggle, but when she had moved her heels back to her butt, she had begun thrusting her hips up and down in a please-fuck-me gesture.

She murmured, “God, that’s obscene.” Her voice surprised and pleased.

There were no basements in Sausalito, Mississippi. Like many of their neighbors in southern Louisiana, Sausalito was under sea-level. The residential area of the town was comprised of one and two-story homes. The downtown buildings had several one-story storefronts. Most of the commercial areas, like Miss Kitty’s had a second story.

Those upper levels could be used for storage or small efficiency apartments.

There were also a few three-story buildings, including the one that Eulalie Guidry bought to house the Double-D Club.

There, Kate was sorry to report, the remodeling was more challenging than the original estimates, was taking more time, and would cost more money. She told Eulalie, “Hidden damage that the building inspector couldn’t find until they tore open some upstairs walls.”

Eulalie wasn’t overly concerned; the Double-D was a minor side project. One that she expected to be profitable at some point, but was relatively insignificant compared to a couple of the scams she and Chase were into.

Kate said, “CC had a good idea — it’ll add even more to the construction costs, but it’ll be worth it.”

“I’ll bite.”

“He suggested we build a deck on the roof. It would be completely private once we add the fence.”

Eulalie laughed, “Outdoor sex. There’s a lot of that down in the bayous.”

“I guess.”

‘There is Kate. It’s so hot down there, they spend as much time on decks and piers as they do indoors. Outdoor showers, a lot of them sleep outside in the summer.”

“And fuck.”

“And fuck. Go ahead with the roof deck and send me the revised budget. Oh, how is your City Girls campaign going?”

“Way better than I expected. Eulalie, almost one hundred girls have gone down to the Bayou Bar.”

“Excellent. And I don’t have to tell you what to do with them.”

“I’m still sorting things out. Figuring who I can push further. Of course, I’ll be focused on the moms.”

Allie and Tee-Boy Petrie showed up for dinner at Fifi’s home on a Wednesday. Simple food — burgers and chips and beer. Because it was a school night, Allie started the clit lessons early.

She said, “Paulie, it sounds simple. In a way, I guess it is. But it requires such a subtle touch, it’s hard to get it right.”

Fifi was lying on Paulie’s bed, two pillows under her butt. She was the only naked one.

Allie said, “Let me see your middle finger, Paulie.”

She examined it and nodded in approval, “Slender, like mine. That’s a good sign. Now touch the back of my hand as lightly as you can. Like a butterfly’s kiss. No, that’s too much. Lighter, much lighter.”

She had the boy begin to experiment on his mother. “Stroke her nose, now her chin. Okay, lighter even on her lips.”

Allie had him feather Fifi’s nipples, then her sensitive tummy. “Imagine a sheet of paper between your fingertip and her skin. Get that close, but no closer.”

A couple of times, Paulie grew frustrated at his clumsiness; he just didn’t have the magic touch. Allie said, “It takes time, honey. Just keep focusing on how much you want to slut her up. God, think of how much fun you can have with her when you’re in control.”

He nodded.

She looked into his eyes, “You saw how I got her on Saturday.”

His voice was raspy, “Helpless, she was helpless.”

“That’s right, honey, and you can own the slut too. It’s just going to take a lot, and I mean a lot, of practice. Tell you what — get undressed, maybe that’ll help.”

They took a break; Allie had noticed the bulge in Tee-Boy’s jeans. She nodded to Paulie, and he swooped down, went to work eagerly. Fifi and Allie watched benignly as Paulie sucked and licked and slurped. It was just a sexual outlet for Tee-Boy, but both women knew how important it was to Paulie.

A little before ten, Allie let the boy have his first sexual contact with Fifi, “Lick her, get her close, but don’t let her cum.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She then moved him to the fingertip stage, where he had shown some marginal improvement. But it was close to the boys’ bedtime. “Okay, honey, I’m gonna give you a little demo, remind you of how slutty she gets.”

Paulie and Tee-Boy stared as Allie, seemingly effortlessly, brought Fifi to the brink, held her there, then orchestrated a series of rippling orgasms that had tears streaming down Fifi’s face, had her sobbing and thrusting and helpless.

As they were leaving, Allie said, “Practice every morning before school, while you’re both fresh.”

“Yes, ma’am, I will!”

“Oh, do Tee-Boy one more time, save me the trouble.”

“Yes ma’am!”

Tee-Boy liked Paulie just fine. And enjoyed the blow jobs. It would never occur to Allie or Fifi to ask Tee-Boy to reciprocate with his pal. Tee-Boy was the stud duck of the Dirty Dozen boys. Had the most confidence, the largest cock, the sexiest smile. These days, Paulie was his most frequent cocksucker, but other mothers had told their sons, “Take care of Tee-Boy, he’s ready.”

In bed that night, holding Paulie in her arms, Fifi whispered, “I set the alarm for 5:30 — that’ll give you a good hour to work on me.”

Paulie smiled; he might never reach Allie’s level, he probably wouldn’t. But he’d work at it, would get better, much better.

As she was drifting off to sleep, Fifi whispered, “God, do I want you to slut me up, Paulie.”

Kate called Linda Mouton, a woman she had known for almost 40 years, “Hello there, Slut.”

Linda giggled, “Saw the video, did you?”

“I see all and know all.”

“Yeah, yeah. So what’s up?”

“I’m chairing this year’s fundraising drive for Sausalito General.”

“Count me in, Kate. A hundred bucks?”

“Thanks, I’ll mark you down. But I also have another kind of contribution in mind.”

“Oh?”

“I’m producing a calendar — printed and digital — called City Girls In The CUNTry.”

Linda got it right away. Her heart raced as conflicting emotions battled for attention. “And you want to use my picture?”

“No, I want you to pose for some new shots. And videos for the digital version.”

“Why me? I’m 42 and overweight.”

“Don’t fish for compliments. We both know how sexy you look. Slut.”

“I do have a family, Kate.”

“So will the other eleven girls. All moms and grannies. That’s the hook. None of those airbrushed bimbos — real girls, town girls, sexy girls.”

“If I say yes, what all would be involved?”

Kate laughed, “Honey, you’ve already decided.”

Linda weighed the pros and cons. “I won’t pose with my boys, not like you have the Dirty Dozen doing.”

“Nope, nothing like that. Just you and eleven other girls. Naked yeah, but hell, Linda, you’ve already done that.”

“No dildoes, no pussy licking? I know you, Kate.”

“Sausalito General.”

“How would it work? What all would I have to do?”

“Imagine the typical ... oh, Playboy calendar. Miss January, Miss Feb, yadda, yadda, yadda.”

“Okay.”

“Now imagine you twelve ladies ... each of you has some miles, but each of you is sexy as hell.”

“Don’t oversell it Kate.”

“Listen up, Slut. My calendar will feature a different girl every month, yeah. But the money shot — or shots — will be the twelve of you featured each month. With an individual girl as an insert.”

“Huh.”

“Let’s say you’re Miss July. Open to there, and you see a group photo — 12 naked ladies. But also one of you by yourself. There’ll be a little bio — Linda Mouton, married, five kids.”

“That’s it?”

“No, we’ll sex it up a little. Your favorite sex position, or a particular kink, something like that. It is a sex calendar, but with 12 individual twists.”

“Hmm.”

“Come by my place tomorrow morning. We’ll do your hair and makeup. Ray-Ray Fontenot will shoot some test shots.”

“The mayor’s boy.”

“Yep.”

“And I’ll be nude.”

“Of course. At a hundred bucks a pop for the calendar, I’m showing pussy and pussy and pussy.”

“What about the digital version? The video?”

“We’ll have even more fun there. You and the other girls will be interviewed. We’ll tape you guys together and individually — we’ll shoot hours of stuff. And Ray-Ray will edit it down to a few minutes.”

“All in the nude.”

“Look, don’t play the reluctant maiden with me, girl. I’m looking at your beaver tape right this instant. Bald pussy, mugging it for the camera, humping your little butt.”

Linda blushed, but was pleased all the same.

“What time tomorrow?”

“Come by around 10. A couple of Wendy’s girls will touch you up — then we’ll go next door and shoot some preliminary stuff.”

“Next door?”

“Yeah, the building I’m remodeling for the Double-D Club. There’s a new deck on the roof; Ray-Ray will do you there.”

“Outside?”

“Just like Cunts Corner. The whole calendar will be outdoors. It’s somehow naughtier, don’t you think?”

“Who are the other girls?”

“I’m just starting, Linda. You’re my first call. Sissy Bardot is next.”

“Sissy. Three boys, right?”

“That’s the one.”

“Well, okay, see you tomorrow.”

“May as well bring your check too. It’s tax deductible.”

“So, I’m paying you to show my pussy.”

“Yep.”

Eulalie read through Gwen Parson’s interpretation of the linguistic analysis from Felicia Felcher’s email correspondence with Thorndyke. And the similar evaluations of Thorndyke’s LOST stories. The characters and scenes that Felcher had suggested.

The conclusion — that Felcher was using the storylines to threaten an unknown blackmail target was plausible. Eulalie would never have come up with the theory on her own. But that was why Chase had taught her to use experts. “They’ll be quicker and more knowledgeable in their fields. And get to the right answers more often than we would on our own.”

Parsons and the techie, Sheila Banks, arrived at more or less the same conclusion. The blackmail target was male, living in the Bay Area, and working in technology at a high level. Part of their theory was derived from language analysis software. Another contributor was the advanced bugging device planted in Sheila’s house. And a good portion of it was their mutual intuition based on years of experience.

At 42, Linda was flattered to be asked to pose. And flattered to be the first to be invited. She turned on her television and rewatched her video again. Decided that the extra few pounds didn’t make that much difference. And, decided to — now that she’d committed — to relax and try to have some fun with it.

She resisted calling Phylis; her best friend simply wasn’t calendar material.

Linda thought some more about the next day’s photo shoot. She knew Kate, knew that it wouldn’t be as simple and as easy as she’d implied. But Linda decided not to fret, to simply try to go with the flow and see where it led. She also decided not to tell Clark and the kids. Maybe later, after she found out what she was getting herself into.

When Donny was working offshore, Fifi loved sleeping with Paulie, in his bed, snuggled up. Conversely, she loved sleeping with her husband when he was home.

Since Allie had started slutting her up, Fifi was enjoying sex with Donny more than ever. Which he appreciated. But, he couldn’t begin to satisfy her like Allie could. And in the way she hoped that Paulie would be able to someday. In fact, in many ways, Paulie was already there, compared to Donny.

For now, however, as she fucked Donny, she played with herself, and usually managed to climax. Then, when he was asleep, she touched herself again, fantasizing it was Allie or Tee-Boy or Paulie.

When Donny was home, but out of the house — running errands or having a beer with his buddies — she talked over her sex life with Paulie. “I came twice last night, but mainly it was me playing with my clit.”

“Don’t you enjoy fucking him anymore?”

“I do. And I love him. But ... oh, I don’t know, getting slut-fucked is so much more exciting.”

Paulie understood. He nodded sympathetically.

“Plus, I’d rather fuck you than anyone else in the world, even Tee-Boy.”

“I know, Fifi, I know.”

That type of conversational banter was Paulie’s signal to start teasing her, to ask if she wanted him to bring some boys over right then. It had used to be a rather rare exception for Fifi to mess around with Paulie when Donny was home. But these days ... if she thought he would be gone for at least an hour or so, she was all over the boy.

Over the past several months, with all the Dirty Dozen sex he was getting, Paulie had become a pretty decent fuck. Very decent, for a 14-year-old horny boy. But these days, fucking her, licking her, fingering her ... he could get her off far faster and far more often than Donny could dream of. Not that Donny was doing anything that was particularly wrong; it was just that Paulie was forbidden; Paulie now knew her and knew her body better than her own husband.

Some days, Fifi was in such a mood, needed it so bad, that she could barely wait until Donny’s pickup backed out of their driveway. She’d be naked in an instant, a little feverish, and rush to his room. She’d tear Paulie away from video games, homework, talking with his buddies ... anything.

Over time she learned to get the most out of him by fucking him first thing. She didn’t need any foreplay; neither did he. And, his knowing fingers were far more satisfying than Donny’s clumsy, distracted fumbling around.

Paulie almost always could get her off once or twice before he came. Then, he knew the drill. While she was still in heat, he’d plant his mouth on her squishy pussy and go to work with his tongue and fingers.

Paulie had gotten to know her so well he no longer rushed her to orgasm, even when she begged for release. He knew he could make her cum harder by teasing her a little, tormenting her, taking her to the brink, and holding her there. Most days he could play her like a violin.

And the more he prolonged things, the more desperate Fifi became. She needed the physical release, sometimes desperately needed it. At the same time, she realized the clock was ticking; Donny would be returning, and she had to get off. Absolutely had to.

She eventually worked out a system for his offshore calendar. The night before he was due home, she devoured Paulie. Fucked him every time she could get him erect. Sat on his face. Guided his fingers to her.

Conversely, when Donny left for ten days, she woke Paulie up as soon as Donny was out the door. That was usually around four in the morning. And, depending on her mood, her needs that particular day, she often kept the kid home from school for two or three hours of blessed relief.

These days, when Donny was gone and the alarm went off at 5:30, it was easier for Fifi to bounce out of bed, ready for another clit session. Paulie, being a teenager, was harder to rouse. She had to practically walk him into the shower. By the time they brushed their teeth, he was usually awake enough to practice on her.

Fifi experimented with different scenarios. She sucked him off first thing to get that out of the way, to help him concentrate on her. But she learned that he lost a little bit of his edge after he came. So she told him, “I’ll wait til after breakfast to get you off. You’ll have all of your energy to practice on me.”

After consulting with Allie a couple of times, Fifi got things into a rhythm. Paulie would lie on his tummy between her legs, and lick her until she was on the brink. Over time, he got better at not quite making her cum with his mouth.

And Paulie himself got better at reading her. He learned when to slow down, when to pull back and start using his finger.

Then, Paulie plateaued for a couple of weeks. He had improved to the point where he could give her three or four minor orgasms, but had come nowhere close to what Allie could do to her.

Fifi said, “Don’t get discouraged, baby. You’re better than you were before we started the lessons. It’ll all click one of these days.”

Not every day, but more often than not, she was waiting in his bed when he got home from school. Two pillows under her butt, a half-anxious smile on her face, “I need it, baby. Pretty bad.”

He would skip his shower, wouldn’t even undress. Just lie down between her thighs and begin licking her moist pussy. One afternoon, he raised his head up and said, “Fifi, how about I make you cum once? Then use my finger?”

She smiled, “Why not?”

That became the new routine — first thing in the morning and after school. Sometimes there was a third practice session at bedtime. His improvement was so gradual that Fifi didn’t notice it at first. But Paulie was now able to tongue-fuck her and make her cum almost as quickly as Allie.