The Wives of Beverly Row 2: Lust Has a New Address (7 page)

“Wow,” Kyle said to himself.

Trudy smiled. She wanted to be desired. She wanted to be lusted after. With her legs spread open she leaned forward and let her voluptuous breasts hang down. The camera kept on clicking. The strobes kept flashing. Between flashes the room was fairly dark. The darkness made her bolder, more daring. She pulled the front of her lace panty to the side fully exposing her vagina to Kyle. She leaned back and pushed her vagina forward. She spread the lips of it with her fingers. There was little use she could make of these photos on the Internet other than as porn but by now she and Kyle were both beyond caring. They weren’t really taking photos anymore. The camera was clicking. The lights were flashing. But there was only one thing on their minds.

“Come closer,” Trudy said.

Kyle came up to the side of the bed, the camera still in front of him.

She reached forward and pulled him down onto the bed. Finally, the camera stopped clicking, and with it, the flashes of light ceased. For a moment she was blind. She knew Kyle would be too. She raised her feet up into the air and brought them down on Kyle’s shoulders. Then she pulled him forward by the collar of his shirt so that his face was right in front of her pussy.

This was the moment of truth. This was the moment everything had been building up to. It was the moment of greatest risk. This was the last chance Kyle would have to turn things around. After this, the deal would be done.

“I’m going to teach you how to eat a woman,” she said.

Trudy waited with bated breath. She couldn’t see anything. She couldn’t see Kyle’s reaction. But then she felt it. She felt the soft, succulent touch of his young, wet lips on her pussy. His tongue lapped at her clit like the tongue of an eager, playful young puppy. She put her hand down on the back of his head, his rich, soft hair curling around her fingers, and pressed his face down into her cunt.

“That’s it,” she sighed as she fell back against the pillows, her legs stretched in the air over his shoulders.

She didn’t have to teach Kyle a thing. It came as naturally to him as breathing. He sunk his slippery, wet tongue deep into the mouth of her pussy and lapped up every bit of juice she gave him. His face was soaking wet and he didn’t care. Trudy didn’t care either. The deliciousness of it was overwhelming. This was Veronica’s little boy who was sucking her clit, bringing her so close to orgasm that she could feel the trembling in her stomach muscles already. The naughtiness of it just served to heighten her pleasure. She felt so bad and
so good
at the same time. She pushed Kyle’s face down into her cunt and he sucked on it like only a high school boy ever could. That was something about men, they were only really eager to please, they were only
this
eager to please, when they were so very young.

She lifted her back and her ass off the bed.

“Lower,” she said. She wanted him to lick her anus too. She wanted him to lick everything, to suck and eat everything she had, just the way she had done for her husband for those long twenty-two years of marriage. She wanted to be repaid in full for all the services she’d ever been forced to provide for that old man. This was her revenge. This was her time to get even.

Kyle paused. Maybe he hadn’t understood her.

“Lower,” she said again and pivoted up from the bed so that he could reach her anus. “Lick
everything
.”

Kyle still didn’t know what to do. He drove his tongue deep into her pussy, so far that Trudy was surprised he could even reach that deep. But it wasn’t enough for her. She pulled his head up. The room was dark with the curtains drawn but not so dark they couldn’t see each other.

“I’m all yours, Kyle,” she said and licked his mouth. She was hungry for him. She wanted every inch of him inside her, but not yet. First she wanted to receive what she had for so many years been forced to give. She wanted to
take
what she felt she deserved.

She turned around on her knees and pulled her butt cheeks open, exposing the ring of anal muscle to Kyle. Kyle said nothing.

“Lick it,” she said.

She leaned forward and waited, and then she felt it, his willing, lapping, puppy tongue, hungrily sliding all over her anus. He licked around her anus in circles, he licked over it in rapid, flicking motions of his tongue, he even pressed into it, forcing his tongue inside it. She reached back and forced his face against her ass cheeks, moaning in pleasure.

Then she turned around and pulled off his shirt and shorts. His young, smooth penis was so ready for her. The tip looked like a tomato that was so fresh it was about to burst. She was going to bend down to it and suck it but she stopped herself. She’d sucked enough cock in her life. This wasn’t about giving pleasure, this was about
taking
pleasure. This was
her
time, it was her turn to be pleasured. She lay back and spread her legs to either side of his muscular, perfectly chiseled, eighteen-year-old torso.

“Come on,” she said.

She thought Kyle was going to slide his cock into her waiting cunt, he was naked and erect and so ready for her, but he didn’t do that. He was so innocent, he was so pure, he bent down and began lapping her soaking cunt again with his mouth. This time he reached right down to her anus and then ran his tongue up to her pussy and clit. It felt electric. Trudy wrapped her legs tightly around his head, so tight he might not even be able to breath, and pulled him toward her. She thrust her pussy into his face while holding his head in her hands. She thrust forward again and again, humping his face, squishing her soaking cunt all over his mouth and nose and cheeks and eyes. She didn’t care what she did to him. He loved it, she told herself. He loved every second of it.

The pulse of delicious, orgasmic pleasure began to throb through her cunt.

“Jesus,” she cried. “That’s it, puppy. Suck mommy good.”

Kyle did exactly as he was told. He sucked on her clit as she gushed and squirted all over his face. She didn’t care how much liquid she squirted on him. She wasn’t embarrassed. She was past worrying about things like that. She closed her eyes and threw her head back in reckless abandon. Her orgasms were coming and they were coming strong. Like a storm, her muscles contracted like waves crashing on a beach, again and again. She screamed as the ocean of pleasure surged through every part of her body.

Kyle stopped sucking when he realized she was coming. The look of surprise on his face made Trudy almost laugh but she was so flushed with pleasure that all she could do was lay there and catch her breath.

She looked up at Kyle. She knew she was going to regret this one day. She knew she was going to regret everything that she did with this young boy. How could Veronica ever forgive her for corrupting her son like this? She looked at his chest. It was smooth and beautifully chiseled. Only a very few dark brown hairs curled around the nipples. Other than that his torso was bare of hair. His body narrowed toward the waist and just below the navel there was some more hair that led in a delightful V down toward his smooth, delicious cock.

“Now it’s your turn,” she said.

He looked at her like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“You tell me where you want to come,” she said, looking at him lustfully.

“What do you mean?” he said, his voice cracking.

“You can come in my mouth, or you can come in my pussy.”

Kyle’s eyes widened. Trudy had assumed he was a virgin. The way he was acting told her she was right. Everything she said seemed to amaze and surprise him. She knew that she should probably cut him loose at this point and let him go home but for some reason she just couldn’t let him go. She didn’t want to send him on his way without fully satisfying him. For one thing, she wanted him to come back, like a drug dealer she wanted to get him hooked on the pleasures she could offer him. But there was something more to it. She was afraid that he might tell someone what had happened, it was unlikely but she knew there was some risk of him telling, even if it was very small. She felt that if she brought him to orgasm, if he came inside her or if she swallowed his cum, then it would be more of a secret that they shared together. It would be more of a conspiracy between them. She felt that would make him less likely to spill the beans.

“You can even come in my ass if you like,” Trudy said, holding his gaze.

He looked directly at her. “In your ass?” he said weakly.

“If you want, baby.”

He looked down at her body as if it was the menu at his favorite restaurant in the world. “Pussy,” he said after a moment’s thought.

“Oh, I love the way you say that.”

“Cunt,” he said, grinning.

“My cunt is all yours, big boy,” Trudy said and she lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide open, stretching her feet into the air in front of Kyle.

Kyle was up on his haunches in a second. A moment later and his slick, firm, eighteen-year-old penis was sliding into her smooth, wet cunt. She was so sensitive after all the orgasms she’d already had and the feeling of his wide, powerful young cock inside her was almost too much of a thrill to bear.

She looked up into his face. He looked like a man who’d crossed a desert and was just drinking his first sip of water after days of dying thirst. The ecstasy he was feeling was written all over him.

“Is this your first time?” she said.

He looked down at her and then she felt the pulse of his young cock ejaculating in the depths of her body. “Yes,” he cried out as he came. His hands tightened on her waist and he gasped and she looked into his deep, piercing eyes as his cock throbbed again and again with orgasm. She felt his jizz squirt up inside her and the knowledge that it was his very first time with a woman, that she had just stolen his virginity, thrilled her so much that she felt an orgasmic pulsing of her own. The strength of her orgasm surprised her. She hadn’t expected to come again, not so soon after coming all over Kyle’s face, but as he squirted his virgin cum into her pussy, she felt the delicious pleasure of contraction and spasm surge through her thighs and pussy and flow out through her entire body like signals being transmitted over an overloaded telegraph wire.

“Yes,” Kyle gasped, again and again as he orgasmed inside her hungry cunt.

She looked up at him and watched the expression on his face as all that pleasure flowed through him. That was the look that her husband had seen in her. That was the look he’d stolen, and now she was having revenge. She was the one stealing it now.

“You’re my first,” Kyle said and his voice cracked again. A few lone tears fell down over his cheek.

“Oh come here, my little baby,” Trudy said as she embraced him. “Come to mommy. Don’t cry. You can have me again and again and again, as much as you want. I’m all yours now, little puppy.”

X

B
ECKY SPENT OVER AN HOUR
on the balcony outside her mother’s bedroom, spying on Trudy Luxton’s house. She could see nothing at all. The backyard was empty. No one was by the pool. Kyle’s truck wasn’t parked out front but she hadn’t seen him enter the house. Maybe she was being paranoid. Maybe nothing was going on. She’d tried calling Kyle but it had gone to his voicemail. She hadn’t known what to say so she didn’t leave a message.

“Becky,” Ariel said from the bedroom where she was putting on her makeup, “Are you out there again?”

Becky came inside. She felt flustered, worried. She’d never had a boyfriend before and she wasn’t used to feeling this way. She wasn’t even sure what it was that was upsetting her. There was just something about the way Trudy had spoken to Kyle the other day, something about it told Becky that Trudy had
intentions
toward Kyle. And Becky didn’t like that, she didn’t like it one bit.

“I’m going to go out for a run, mom.”

“Since when did you take up running?” Ariel said from her dressing table.

“Since right now,” Becky said and walked through the room.

“Hey,” Ariel said. She got up and ran after Becky. “What’s gotten in to you? Something’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong, mom.”

“You’re acting funny.”

“I’m fine.”

“Did you have a fight with Kyle?”

That was just the thing, Becky thought. She wanted to have a fight with Kyle. She needed to have a fight with him. The problem was that she was too afraid to bring up the issue. She was afraid that a fight would make her lose him.

“No,” she said and sighed. “We didn’t have a fight.”

“Then what’s the matter? You know you can tell me anything.”

Becky thought about that. Would she tell her mother
anything
? Would she tell her that she’d given Kyle a blowjob? That he’d actually orgasmed in her mouth? No she would not. But maybe she could tell her about the current issue.

“It’s nothing,” she said. “I’m just being silly.”

“If you’re upset about something that’s not silly,” Ariel said. “It’s important.”

“It’s just,” Becky didn’t know what to say. She sighed.

“Just tell me,” Ariel said. “I can promise you it’s nothing I won’t have experienced myself.”

“Well, Kyle went over to Trudy Luxton’s to take photographs of her for her dating profile.”

“I see,” Ariel said.

“And it just makes me mad,” Becky said. “Is that crazy?”

“Of course it’s not crazy,” Ariel said. “Any girl would feel exactly the same way you feel.”

“Really?”

“Of course! You’re afraid Trudy’s going to flirt with your boyfriend.”

“The problem is, he’s not even my boyfriend, so do I even have a right to feel jealous?”

“You feel what you feel,” Ariel said. “You don’t need to worry about whether or not you have a right to feel that way.”

“So what should I do about it?”

“There’s really only one thing.”

“I know,” Becky said, nodding. “I’ve been spying with the binoculars every chance I get, but I can’t see a thing.”

“Not that,” Ariel said, shaking her head. “You’ve got to talk to Kyle.”

“How can I?” Becky said. “It’s not like he’s my boyfriend.”

“He’ll never be your boyfriend until you
make
him your boyfriend. If you want him, you’re going to have to talk to him about it.”