Family Reunion (3 page)

"Come now Rory, surely you knew this would not last forever? I've told you often of my engagement. I expect my fiancé to return any day now and so I must prepare myself for his return and our party, then our marriage." Gloria demurred, dabbing his ears, neck and chest with her fiancé's favorite cologne.

She loved it as well, needed it to really stir her
lusts as only he could.

"Enough of that shit!" Rory pushed her hand away, spilling a bit on his hand; then wiped it on his pants. "I see... so it's so long Rory, thanks for the fuck and uh - your services are no longer needed!" He quipped derisively.

"Well of course, you don't expect me to continue this after he's returned? I won't need you then. I assure you, what he does for me is more than enough. This was all just to help me through, after all, it is not as if we are in love or anything, we served each other well and after tonight, I can move on as well you. You must admit, after all the things I’ve taught you well, how many your age can claim what you can? As a student in the art of intimacy, you have excelled. Your next lover won't have to spend the time that I did directing you…now come, show me all you've learned."

"You whore! I should leave you now…how would you like that?" He threatened.

Gloria sighed impatient with all this wasted time in discussion; she was wet and needed him inside her now. The entire day she had envisioned a session filled with hot steamy sex and because her body responded instantly to the mental fantasy, she went on a search to find a willing participant who would not hold her needs against her, threatening blackmail with her acts. Rory had been a splendid discovery and answer to her problem, while teaching him acts of intimacy on how, where, and when to touch, kiss and taste ending with mind-blowing intercourse. He had been the joy of her summer, eager to learn, eager to play.

This day, with her need building until she was crazy with lust, she searched him out to bring back to her fiancé's apartment for their last affair. He had waited in her carriage as she visited Miss Barnaby, the woman she had encouraged her fiancé to hire to care for his apartment in his absence. Her plan was to have someone in place who knew better than to show anything but gratitude for the work Gloria provided.

"Rory, Rory, Rory…it is obvious to me, you have learned nothing. Instead of you sitting here crying over a toy you must now give back, were you smart you would be enjoying the pleasure of the playing with it …this - one - last - time.”

Reaching both hands up to her shoulders, she pulled the strings to her gossamer negligee, shrugging a bit it slid delicately to pool at her feet. Perched on the edge of the bed, with two hardened pink nipples before him, sitting high from large perfectly formed breasts. Rory forgot his misfortune of having to go elsewhere for relief from his puberty driven young body. Lust shot through him as he reached out grabbing her waist, pulling her and her breasts in reach of his mouth.

Opening wide, he drew in a pert nipple, Gloria's eyes rolled up in her head as it dropped back. She was dizzy with the sensations raging through her body.

Her pupil had learned his lessons well.
She moaned reaching up, holding his head as he laved one then the other, his hands moving down her back to cup the cheeks of her buttocks, his fingers finding their way into the lower heated center where they fondled. She moaned again. She had to have this. It was a deep insatiable craving that would not leave her. In her younger years, starting at the age of twelve it all began; her first time exploration of the erogenous zones of the body, of her nether region. Sent away to boarding school with other like curious girls, many nights were spent in the dark of their rooms with nothing but candles lit as they groped each other and masturbated. If daddy only knew, his decision to send her away following the death of her mother would have made his daughter what she turned out to be, he would have never sent her. Leaving school, she moved on after returning home to dally with the gardener's son, the deliveryman and others. They all knew to be silent, and usually a payoff kept them from talking. Daddy kept insisting that she marry, but each suitor failed her in the categories that meant most of all to her. They needed to match her sexual appetite in addition to being well endowed. Often she found where one might have one shining attribute, he lacked the other. Then Manny had come along, having both, albeit not overly affected by her charms and beauty. He drove her crazy, even to the point that she considered that she might be in love with him, still uncertain of this, one thing was sure, it was him that she imagined when closing her eyes.

Rory played her like a musical instrument, making her pant, gasp and groan. Eagerly she anticipated Manny's return, to feel the long thick rod of him sliding deep inside of her. Rory was nice but he was a growing boy, good for only temporary sating. Now and then, she wanted it to hurt and was turned on by the pain of holding something as large as what hung from Manny’s body, while in full thrust, he gave no mercy. She shook her head as she laid Rory on the bed, imagining Maynard there, filling her to maximum, making her cry out.

She straddled Rory.

Manny noticed that a light was burning in his apartment, he was wondering if Miss Barnaby was there perhaps tidying it. He hoped so, he could use a cup of coffee, while freshening up and changing. Leon was not there, he had gone out on the town with some of his crewmen while hinting that he might be paying a visit to a lady’s place he was known to frequent.

His mind switched to Gloria. As soon as he was changed, he would
call on her before it was too late in the evening. Although inappropriate, he did not wish to put it off another day. Trotting up the stairs he took out his key, unlocked the door and entered. No sooner had he crossed the threshold to close the door behind him when the sounds from upstairs rushed his hearing.

"What – in – hell?" He murmured turning to peer up the stairs.

Again, he wondered about Leon, but he knew that he would never do such a thing. Not in all their time together had Leon brought a woman to this apartment, he strongly doubted that had changed.

Consistent sounds of knocking and thumping echoed through the otherwise quiet dwelling. Moans, groans and loud outbursts of excitement fell right into place leaving no doubt with him as to what was going on.

Manny leaned back against his front door stunned, unsure of what he should do. The rhythmic bumping continued. He could not help himself, he laughed as he shook his head.
'I 'doubt if that's Miss Barnaby up there.'

His laughter died to be replaced by an expression of cynicism knowing there could be only one other person making that racket, a familiar high keening confirmed his conclusion.
'To think I was struggling for a gentle way of letting her down; in my apartment, in my bed!'
Taking a deep breath, he calmly removed his top coat, hung it on the hall garment rack along with his scarf and hat.

Recognizing the feminine hooded cape, he was certain that one of the persons upstairs in his bed was Gloria.

"Ah hell, I'm getting too old for this…wanton harlot!" He muttered climbing the stairs slowly, tired and not looking forward to the confrontation. The bumping noises were increasing as Manny rounded the top of the stairs, growing more rapid as he took the short walk down the hall.
'That bed shall be torched first light.'

Reaching his room, the door was partially open, he leaned to the open jam and using the toe of his shoe, slowly and carefully nudged it wider to view the scene within, taking special care not to alert the busy duo inside. For a moment, he stood watching, listening and waiting, crossing his arms over his chest and his feet at the ankles.

Because the end of his bed faced the door, all he could see was Gloria's naked back and rear, riding her victim as if he were a bronco she intended to bust. He could not say why he stood and watched, maybe he lacked the heart to ruin what would obviously be, a fulfilling ending. He thought about it but decided the look on their faces after they finished and discovered him would bring him more satisfaction.

With the lift of one
brow, he observed them coming to the finale, and then it happened, the stiffening of spines, the shouting from the electrifying grip that sent both shuddering to climax.

Gloria let out a ragged sigh of satisfaction and a laugh as she fell forward onto Rory's chest, both striving to bring their breathing under control when.

"I swear if I had to stand here another moment, I would have been forced to interrupt. However, now that you're done – Ah! Yes… that's right, I'm back." Manny's deep voice was calm, cool and un-intimidating but to the two caught in the act; it was as if a gunshot had blasted in their ears.

"Maynard!" Gloria shouted shooting up to turn and look towards the door where he leaned so calmly, until with widened eyes of fright Rory sat up and looked straight into Manny's eyes. Now that affected him. Manny straightened from the doorframe shocked by Rory's presence having recognized him instantly. He could not believe it. The kid was in
his
bed, handling one sex-crazed woman at that.

"Get off me!!!" Rory shouted panicking, and bucked Gloria from him almost knocking her to the floor as he quickly rolled from the bed and dashed behind the dressing screen with his heart pounding and his ears popping. "Damn – hell – shit! Oh help me…somebody help me!"

He muttered shaking, naked as the day he was born with none of his clothing in reach. "Oh mother." He whimpered from his futile hiding place as he listened to Gloria screech and repeat for the second time, stammering as she did. "May - Maynard! Um – Ohhh – my – go-o-od!" She sat holding the sheet up hiding her nudity, her hair a tousled mess and her skin a blushing deep pink coming down from a red after realizing his presence.

Manny was still reeling from the sight of Rory, hiding now behind his dressing screen. Aware that he should close his mouth, he turned his attention from the screen back to Gloria.

"Maynard, I – I -…"

"Let me guess…you missed me?"

"I did Maynard… that's why… you see – I – I-…"

"Please – stop. Now that you're done…my advice to you is this-…"

"Maynard – you must listen to me, I know how this must look, but-…”

"Gloria, you are a harlot. A wanton leech needing to suck off any and every male you encounter…it is obvious that not even young boys are safe from your clutches. Now kindly gather your things, dress, and please, see yourself out."

"Maynard don't be ridiculous! The least that you can do is listen to
me."

"Gloria…hush a moment, I want you to use the power of your mind on this - imagine –
you
– right now, tonight, cold as it is, outside as you are, in the middle of the street. Imagine that. So what is it going to be? Out fully clothed? Out bare arsed naked? Be quick about your decision, I’m rather tired and I don’t care for having to force you out, but be assured, I will."

Gloria sat glaring at him, as it came to her that he might not be in the mood to listen. She decided she had better give him a few days to cool off and then come to him to work things out. She stood and wrapped a sheet around her body, stomping towards him and the door. He stepped aside, not wanting her to touch him. "Where are your clothes?" He asked.

She stopped to inform him, "They are in the other room. Excuse me." He watched her march down the hall to the sitting room, wondering why her clothing would be there. Exhaling he turned back into the room with his attention on the youth hiding behind the screen. "Well?" His voice boomed.

"L - l - look mister… I got no clothes on-…"

"That's an understatement!"

"I need my breeches, can I get my breeches? Please…please mister…can I?"

"And where might they be?" Manny asked, biting the inside of his mouth not to laugh. He knew he should be furious but all he could think to do was laugh. Therefore, he struggled not to let the boy know, he wanted him to be afraid, very afraid.

"Well! Answer me! Where are they?"

"I – I can't re – remember … do you … see'em somewhere?"

That was it, Manny roared with laughter. "Surely you… you jest!? I catch
you -
in my
bed -
fucking my fiancée like there's no tomorrow, and you want
me
- to help you find
your - breeches
!" Manny blasted in disbelief, no matter how much fun he was having, the audacity of the boy was too much.

Rory felt his stomach cramp.

Shaking his head, Manny spotted the breeches on the far side of his bed and went there picking them up.

"All right lover boy Rory, come out from behind the screen…I have your breeches."

Rory took a deep breath trying to figure a way out of this with minor injuries.
'
Oh please God, don't let him break my bones.'

Trapped, Rory
started sweating because there was not even a window he could leap out of; it was on the opposite side of the room where Manny stood.

His only option was to talk his way out, perhaps his best way was to play innocent victim.
'Of all people…him! What's his name? What's his name?'
He tried to remember with one thing coming in clear; he was nice and perhaps he could be reasoned with.