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The Shut-In
a Short Story by Varangian
Fall, 2005
"Mike!" a woman's voice called from the kitchen. "I let myself in. I
hope you don't mind."
Mrs. Armstrong appeared at the living room entrance looking a bit
sheepish.
"I didn't want to bother you with the door bell," she said, "not with
you on crutches and all."
I lounged on the couch in a robe and pajamas, my left leg raised on a
pillow atop the ottoman, the ankle encased in an air brace. I smiled up
at the woman, my mom's friend, who lived next door.
"That's thoughtful of you, Mrs. Armstrong. I've decided not to answer
the door bell."
"I should have called first," she apologized, nodding at the phone
beside me. "Are you in pain?"
"Not too much. They gave me something at the hospital, but it's wearing
off now."
"Is your ankle broken?"
"No. It's just a bad sprain, but I'll be laid up for a couple of weeks
or more."
"You boys and your football! Does your mother know yet?"
"She's still on the road. I'll call her when she gets to Chicago."
Mrs. Armstrong, a woman near forty who had once been more slender,
frowned down at me.
"How are you going to manage?" she asked.
"I'll get by," I said, "although the crutches are tricky."
"You'll probably fall again and break your other leg. I've decided to
look after you."
"That would be too much trouble for you, Mrs. Armstrong."
"Nonsense! Grant is in California on business and Janet is away at
camp. I have plenty of time on my hands. First off, I'll fix you
dinner."
"Thanks. There's some frozen stuff in the freezer."
"Frozen food! How about a steak?"
"I don't have one, Mrs. Armstrong."
"Well, I do! You just sit there and watch TV while I go over to my
place and get our dinner."
The woman left. I was relieved that she was willing to help, because I
had learned that crutches were very confining. You can scarcely carry
anything with both hands gripping them.
She soon returned with a grocery bag from which she pulled a couple of
steaks and a bottle of red wine. There was also a bottle of vodka in
the bag.
"Have you begun drinking?" she asked, knowing that I had turned
twenty-one the previous month.
"Just a beer now and then."
"Would you care to join me in a vodka martini?"
"Sure."
I found the situation to be somewhat exotic, or at least different from
anything I had yet experienced. Since I was sixteen Mrs. Armstrong had
engaged in innocent flirtation with me, and I had become accustomed to
her casual touches and playful glances. Now she handed me a glass of
booze before sitting close to me on the couch, her bare knee jostling my
good leg. We toasted to nothing and I observed her leering at me over
the rim of her glass.
"I don't recall ever seeing you with a girl, Mike," she said, her lips
smirking. "Are you gay?"
"Of course not!" I protested.
"Then why no girls? You're a very good looking guy. Are you too shy to
take advantage of obvious opportunities?"
She placed a hand on my upper thigh. My cock began to thicken in
response to the touch and its implications.
"What opportunities?" I asked, nervously.
"Janet, for example. She has a powerful crush on you. I'm surprised
you haven't noticed."
Janet was her fifteen year old step-daughter.
"Mrs. Armstrong! She's just a kid!"
"Call me Joan, please. There's no reason for us to be so formal. As
for Janet, she's less than six years younger than you. You two would be
a good match were she of legal age. Haven't you, ah, ever thought about
her?"
The girl, a shapely and well-fleshed blonde, was for me a recurrent
masturbatory fantasy.
"She's still too young," I remarked, avoiding her question.
Joan's eyes twinkled. "She's already had a boyfriend, Mike, although
the affair didn't last very long. She's not entirely innocent, if
that's what worries you."
"What are you suggesting, ah, Joan?" I asked a bit forcefully, although
her intent was clear.
"You're still a virgin, aren't you, Mike. Were you not, you and she --
well, I can only imagine."
The woman's hand kneaded my thigh. My pajama bottoms were now
dramatically tented.
"Mike, have you ever thought of getting instruction from an experienced
woman? You're too old to remain a virgin."
There it was! Out in the open! I was conflicted yet felt a certain
excitement because I would never have imagined making a pass at this
matronly woman, who was almost twice my age.
I drained my glass before responding, the fiery alcohol burning my
throat.
"Perhaps I am," I said, gazing into her brown eyes.
She leaned back against the cushion, smiling as she removed her hand
from my leg.
"Perhaps we understand each other, Mike," she said.
I stared at the abundant breasts that strained her white blouse then at
the pale flesh of her generous thighs. When I reached over to touch
one, she stood.
Looking down at me, her smiling face radiant, she asked, "How do you
bathe with that cast on? I suppose you aren't allowed to get it wet."
"It's awkward," I replied, "especially because of the crutches."
"Would you like me to assist you? In college I once served as a nurse's
aide."
I nodded dumbly.
* * *
Joan was very professional. She detached the shower curtain and spread
it across my bed before inviting me to lie upon it. She brought a basin
of warm water from the bathroom and placed it on the night stand next to
a towel, wash cloth and a bar of soap. Then, sitting beside me, she
removed my pajama top.
"Turn over now," she instructed me in a calm voice, and I did, rolling
onto my stomach.
She pulled down the pajama bottoms followed by my underpants, which
caught for a moment on my hard cock. When I was naked except for the
cast, she gently washed the exposed flesh of my back, shoulders and
legs. Then she soaped my buttocks and cleansed my anus. After rinsing
and drying me, she paused for a moment with a hand resting at the
juncture of my neck and shoulder.
"Now the front," she said, pulling on me.
I rolled over without embarrassment, eager for her to see my fat cock
jutting forth at a forty-five degree angle. She did not pay it any
particular attention. Instead, she proceeded to wash my chest, belly
and legs without once touching my sexual parts. I looked into her face
as she scrubbed my armpits, and she smiled in return. Because she had
not touched me sexually, I did not feel free to palm one of her breasts,
which were so close.
"Now let's finish up," she then said, giving me a devilish look.
With soapy hands she washed my balls and cock, slipping the latter
through a fist a few times until I could not resist coming. I bucked
and spewed copiously, grunting at the initial spurts.
"That's impressive, Mike," she said, cleaning up the mess with the wash
cloth. "Do you always shoot so much?"
"It's been a day," I responded, sheepishly.
"Just one day? My, my!"
* * *
She got me clean underpants from the dresser and helped me put them on
without any further intimate touching. It was as though there had been
no sexual experience, that she had just washed my hard cock and it
naturally exploded. I was confused and felt that I still had no
permission to palm one of her large tits.
After removing the shower curtain from the bed and replacing it in the
bathroom, she brought me another glass of vodka.
"Dinner will be ready shortly," she announced, looking down at me from
the side of the bed. "Would you like to put on a fresh set of
pajama's?"
I shook my head, wanting to remain nearly naked. She grinned in
response.
"You have a nice body, Mike," she said, "one that's more masculine than
Janet's former boyfriend."
"How old was he?"
"Sixteen and skinny all over, if you know what I mean."
"You saw him naked?"
"Yes, that first time I caught them in bed. I put Janet on the pill
right away, of course."
I reached out a hand to stroke one her bare thighs. I wanted to ask her
if we were going to fuck but I found her mature presence too
intimidating.
"How do you want your steak?" she asked with a smile, stepping back.
"Medium rare. Are you going home after dinner, Joan?"
"I have my cell phone with me, Mike. I can stay if you like."
After she left the room, I sipped my drink with one hand while inserting
the other beneath the underpants. I was hard again. Her behavior
confused me. Although she had brought me off while washing my cock, she
never really intimated that we would have sex. I did not desire her,
but I was a very horny virgin and would have fucked her even if she were
older than forty.
I had the impression that she wanted me to hook up with Janet, that she
would approve of me fucking her step-daughter. Now that was something
to contemplate! Although not yet sixteen, the girl, according to Joan,
was no longer a virgin and was on the pill. Moreover Joan had suggested
I'd have an easy time getting the girl in bed with me. It sounded too
good to be true.
* * *
"You're a bit tipsy," Joan said, sitting next to me on the couch after
dinner.
Perhaps true. Although far from drunk, I had a new appreciation for the
woman's generous thighs that flared from the hem of her shorts. I
placed a hand on the near one to relish the soft flesh.
"That's a nice touch, Mike. Have you ever felt up a girl? At your age
you must have."
"I never had much luck," I was forced to admit.
"Really? That's rather remarkable. I doubt Janet would like to be
groped by a clumsy boy. You need practice."
"Do I have a chance with her, Joan? I mean, it's hard to believe."
"You need more self-confidence, Mike. You're a good looking guy with a
great body. You've spent too much time with computers and books.
You're twenty-one for Christ's sake, and you tell me you've never felt a
girl?"
"Does this count?" I asked, inserting fingers beneath the hem of her
shorts.
She placed her hand on mine and pressed the fingers closer in, one of
which brushed the fabric of her panties. Then, with a frown, she pulled
my hand away from her.
"I'm a lot older than you, Mike, and I've lost my girlish figure, but I
have all the feminine parts you need to know about. Do you want to
practice?"
"You, you mean with you?" I stammered.
"Of course. I could teach you a lot about sex, and when Janet returns
next week you'll be ready to sweep her off her feet and into bed."
I gaped at her smiling face, which was unlined yet round like a
matron's. She was not an unattractive woman, despite her age. I
nodded.
"Splendid!" she exclaimed. "Let's enjoy each other!"
To my surprise, rather than the clinical instruction I had expected, she
grabbed me forcefully and kissed my lips. Her hand roamed my chest and
legs, eventually enfolding the hard cock that pushed at the fabric of my
shorts. Finally, she broke the kiss.
"Let's go to bed!" she gasped, breathing hard.
She rose and hurried off toward the bedroom as I retrieved my crutches
and followed with awkward caution, fearing a fall.
I found her undressing next to the bed, and I rested in the doorway
until she was naked. Her body had more flesh than the girls I had
dreamed about while masturbating. The large tits sagged. Her groin, a
wild tangle of hair, was inelegant -- indeed, rather gross. Yet, an
instinctual lust urged me forward on my clumsy crutches.
"Be careful," she cautioned me. "Sit on the bed."
After I did so, she knelt before me to remove my underpants. She pushed
me back onto the mattress with my legs dangling to the floor. I lay
there with cock fully engorged as she, breathing in arousal, fondled my
chest, belly and thighs. She blew softly on my cock then touched the
knob of it with the tip of her tongue. Finally, I felt her lips
surround it and she began to suck.
I lasted less than a couple of minutes before spewing into her mouth,
spurt after spurt. And when she rose to her feet to look down at me
with pursed lips, I, in my sated condition, thought that she looked
perfectly dreadful. I climbed fully onto the bed, rolled onto my
stomach and buried my face in a pillow to avoid the sight of the dumpy
woman.
She turned off the light, then I heard her in the bathroom running water
at the sink. When she returned and laid beside me on the bed, the room
was dimly lit through the half-closed door of the bathroom.
"You'll want me again soon enough, Mike," she whispered.
Was my momentary revulsion at her so obvious? I wondered. The
ungraciousness of my behavior embarrassed me, and I forced myself to
turn to face her.
"I'm sorry, Joan," I said, but words of a proper apology escaped me.
"I understand, darling," she quickly responded. "I have no illusions.
But I doubt you'll turn away from Janet after your first orgasm with
her."
"I'm sorry," I said again, fondling more than a handful of tit. "You're
very soft."
"If you were with Janet at this point," she stated, "you'd be eager to
lick her pussy then fuck her."
The thought of going down on the woman with her thick thighs and unruly
pubes was truly disgusting. Instead, I ran a hand across a roll of
belly fat to explore her moist crack with my fingers. She pushed my
hand away.
"A woman's clitoris has no lubrication, Mike," she said. "Your fingers
are too rough."
"Perhaps you could teach me how a girl likes it."
"I'll do that when we're with Janet."
"You, you mean the three of us will be in bed together?"
"Yes, that's the best way. I'll teach you everything. She's a late
bloomer and her pussy hair has not yet fully grown in."
Joan began to rub her twat.
"Doesn't that hurt?" I asked. "You said ..."
"I know much better than you how to bring myself off, Mike. I've been
doing it since I was ten years old."
I lay beside her, my flesh pressed against hers, as she became
noticeably aroused. She squirmed and her breathing became increasingly
uneven. She reached down with her free hand to discover that my cock
was hard once again.
"Please!" she gasped. "Get on top of me now!"
As I did so, she raised her knees and guided my cock to her opening. I
fucked for the first time, and despite the fleshy woman beneath me and
her desperate kisses on my mouth, I reveled in the experience. We
pounded together as she clawed at my back and shoulders. The exciting
sensation on my cock was more incredible than I had anticipated, yet I
was able to last long enough to bring her off to a whiny, gasping orgasm
-- then another.
We fucked twice more that night, and in the following week we went at it
numerous times, but always in the dark. She did not expose her naked
body to me again, much to my relief.
* * *
Having fucked Joan's pussy a few dozen times -- in addition to twice up
her ass and numerous blow jobs -- I was hardly a virgin any longer. I
stood more proudly, even on the crutches. Upon her return Janet noticed
my new self-confidence.
"You've changed, Mike," she remarked. "You're different somehow."
We were in her backyard next to the pool where she had been swimming.
The girl, not quite sixteen, weighed scarcely one hundred pounds, yet
her limbs and torso were well-fleshed and sexually desirable. Small
breasts poked at the bikini top. She shivered when I stroked an upper
arm.
"Maybe it's because I've noticed you're no longer just a kid," I
responded.
She blushed and stepped closer to me.
"Your mother told me that we can date," I said. "Would you like that?"
She grinned with teeth on lower lip then laughed. "You're not up to
dancing!"
I swayed on the crutches and tapped my good foot.
"I suppose not, but it's just my left ankle that's sprained. I can
still drive. Do you want to go for a ride?"
"Sure. Where to?"
"Just around town. I'd like to show you off as my girl. Do you mind?"
"In your convertible?" she asked, breathlessly.
"Of course. Let everybody see us together."
"Yeah! Especially Skip!"
"I hear you went with Skip for a while."
"Not for too long. He's a creep. He doesn't know anything!"
"Perhaps he was too young for you, Janet. Girls mature faster than
guys, you know."
She gaped at me. "Do you think I'm mature?"
"Of course I do. You're nicely grown up."
I leaned on the crutches, freeing my hands to draw her to me. She met
my kiss eagerly.
* * *
After driving several times up and down Main Street, waving at our
friends and acquaintances, I headed toward the state park not far from
town and stopped in a secluded place. The console between the front
seats and the cast on my leg made it difficult to make out with her.
But she was eager to kiss, and she allowed me to feel her up. Her tits
were a delight -- firm and still immature, not quite a handful each. I
relished the touch of her sleek, fresh thighs. We groped each other
between the legs, but the awkwardness of the situation soon became
frustrating.
"We can do better than this, Janet," I said. "Would you like to come
over to my place where we can be more comfortable?"
"Oh yes, Mikey! You got me all excited!"
"We might get naked. Do you want to do that?"
"Let's hurry! I'm on the pill!"
"Are you ready to go all the way, Janet?"
"I've already done it a few times with Skip, but he didn't know anything.
I'm sure you'll bring me off for certain."
"I'll do that, Janet. It's a promise."
I sped with her back to my house dreaming of the fresh, young body that
would soon be mine to explore. I intended to go down on her then come
off inside her cunt. I would teach her everything that Skip had been
too inexperienced to try. She would suck my cock! I would fuck her
tight ass! I was aflame!
* * *
"There you are!" Joan exclaimed after I pulled the car into the driveway
and stopped. "I hope you haven't started without me."
"What do you mean, Mom?" Janet asked, a frown creasing her pretty face.
"I'm going to join you, darling. You two kids require some expert
guidance. I'm certain that Skip didn't teach you very much."
"But Mom ..."
"No buts, darling. Mike won't mind. Would you Mike?"
I got out of the car then shrugged. Janet slammed the car door and
stood glaring at her step-mother.
"I've seen you naked with a boy before, Janet -- that clumsy Skip. Now
you have a real man for a lover, and I'm sure you'll welcome my advice."
"I'll be so embarrassed, Mom!"
"No more talk, darling. Let's get to it."
I hobbled behind them on crutches as we approached my back stairs. Joan
held the resisting girl to her with an arm around the youngster's
shoulders. I had no complaints, because the woman would perhaps help
Janet accept cock sucking and butt fucking. I only hoped that Joan
would not take off her clothes.
When I finally reached the bedroom, Joan was already undressing the
complaining step-daughter. I excitedly watched the unfolding loveliness
of Janet's naked body. Joan was very gentle with the girl, stroking the
young flesh, occasionally kissing Janet's cheeks and mouth. She urged
the naked girl to lie face up on the bed then knelt beside her to caress
and kiss her from head to toes.
"What are you doing, Mom?" Janet cried, although she did not push Joan's
head away.
"We love each other, darling," the woman whispered before spreading the
girl's thighs and pressing her mouth to the lightly-haired groin. Joan
began to eat out her step-daughter while her hands fondled the girl's
small tits.
I hobbled to the far side of the bed, sat upon it then undressed.
Janet's face, eyes closed, registered ecstatic delight. Her lips parted
in a grimace, and she uttered low moans that soon became orgasmic cries
as she bucked against Joan's face.
I sought to push the woman away from the girl, whom I was desperate to
fuck, but she resisted.
"Not now, Mike!" she exclaimed. "I'm not finished!"
"I won't take long," I promised. "You can get undressed in the
meanwhile."
Joan finally relented and rose from the bed. I replaced her between
Janet's upraised knees and immediately penetrated the dissipated girl,
who looked at me with surprise.
"Oh, god! Mike! You're so big!"
We pounded each other, faces close, sometimes kissing urgently. It was
not difficult to bring her off, because she remained on the high to
which Joan had brought her. She cried into my ear and scratched my
shoulders in her excitement. I bellowed when I came into her slick
tightness, and before I was entirely finished Joan pulled me off the
girl.
I rolled onto the floor, hurting my ankle, to watch the woman suck my
spunk from her step-daughter's cunt.
"I want to do it too, Mommy!" Janet cried, rising up to grasp Joan's
head.
I know when I'm not wanted -- or needed. Hobbling on my crutches, I
left them in a sixty nine position, each furiously eating the other out.
At last Joan's motives were clear. Her cunning impressed me. She had
been unable to simply approach the girl and climb into her bed without
explanation. She had never wanted me except as the opener to her
step-daughter's cunt. Briefly I wondered if she had tried something
similar with Skip.
My principal reaction was gratification. I had fucked the pretty girl
and would do so again many times in the future. With such a payoff, who
could mind being used?
END
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