Con Demerest - Her anal perversion

She smiled sadly but sweetly and embraced Jimmy with a surprising lack of remorse over what they'd done. She knew she should be thoroughly ashamed of herself for fornicating with the adolescent moron, but she wasn't. Oh, there was a smattering of shame, because she couldn't escape it completely, but it was insignificant compared to the glowing sense of physical well-being which pervaded the curvaceous form of her sexually satisfied body.

"It was wonderful, Jimmy," she cooed. "I might even let you do it to me again sometime. Would you like that, Darling?"

"Oh, I would, Missus Darling!" he exclaimed, hugging her. "More than anything!"

She chuckled softly to herself, thinking. God, I feel good! I must've needed it worse than I thought. Might as well face facts. I'm a widow and a mother, but I'm also a woman, with all the physical needs of any other woman. There's no denying that now. I'll just have to love with it, and satisfy those normal needs as discreetly as lean from now on. Why shouldn't I? I have a right to what happiness I can wring out of my life.

But it wasn't all that easy to become a modern, morally liberated woman. There was more to it than simply making up her mind, Alice learned. She was bucking a code of ethics which had been taught her when she was a girl and reinforced daily in a thousand subliminal ways throughout her teens and adult life. Reason told her she should be free to choose her own life style, but her emotions told her otherwise, and emotions are so much stronger than reason.

The shame started after the heat of the moment had ended and Jimmy's mother had taken him home, and there was nothing Alice could do but suffer. Her suffering wasn't as severe as it had been following the interlude with the beach boy, though, and there was only a slight hangover of guilt over her sexual misbehavior when she arose the next morning.

Her guilt over running down poor Mr. Denton was another matter however, and after her children and boarders left for the day, she drove to Dr. Gordan's. One look at Mr. Denton and she broke out sobbing. He was in a cast from hips to chest, and seemed to be in agony despite the pain-relieving injection she saw the doctor give him. When Mr. Denton informed her he was suing her for a million dollars, Alice only winced and nodded numbly. She couldn't blame him after what she'd done to the man. Her heart went out to the pitiful little drunk, and she found herself offering to wait on him hand and foot in her boarding house when he became well enough to leave his bed in a back room of the doctor's suite of old, dingy offices.

John Stanley dropped by on Friday evening, and Alice took the insurance investigator into the kitchen where they could talk privately.

"I could just as easily have phoned you," he admitted, his green eyes smiling above the rim of his coffee cup as he gazed across the table at Alice. "The truth is, I wanted to see you again."

Alice returned John's self-conscious smile before she blushed and lowered her gaze. She'd wanted to see him again, too, and now that he was here, sitting alone in the kitchen with her, she couldn't help thinking about him in a sexual way. There was something about the virile-looking redhead which struck the secret cord of her newly awakened sensuality.

But if John was on the make, she couldn't tell it. Once he'd admitted wanting to see her, he got right down to business. He'd evidently been earning his investigator's salary, for he informed Alice that he'd traced Denton back to another city, where, five years previously, Denton had had a similar accident which had broken his back and left him invalided for life, supposedly. The court had awarded Denton two hundred thousand dollars, and he'd collected it all, part from insurance and part from the bank account of the elderly rich lady whose automobile had struck him in a downtown intersection in front of several witnesses.

"It was either fraud or Denton had a miraculous recovery," Stanley commented dryly. "And I don't believe in miracles. What makes it even more fishy, guess who his doctor was."

"Doctor Gordan?" Alice asked cautiously.

"One and the same. Are you getting the picture now, Alice? It looks like you're being played for a patsy."

"But Doctor Gordan, why would he take such a risk? It would ruin him, wouldn't it, if he were exposed? And Mister Denton, why, I knocked him for a loop… and I'd almost swear he was badly injured!"

"Being a physician doesn't automatically make a man a saint, honey," John said, throwing in the endearment and watching its slight effect appear in the form of a half smile on Alice's fine-boned face. "At best, Gordan appears to be an unsavory character, despite his professional standing. He left the last city one step ahead of the law. He was under investigation there. They suspected him of performing illegal abortions."

"As far as Denton is concerned, he wouldn't be the first slick con man to cheat his way through life. He had no visible means of support either. And get this: Denton was a circus acrobat before he started hitting the bottle. There's no telling how many times he's pulled this stunt and settled out of court. No, baby, I'm convinced now. These birds are vultures out to defraud my company and pick the meat off your financial bones… and I'm going to prove it."

Alice didn't know what to believe. She lay awake for hours that night, tossing fitfully, fretting over it, worrying. If Mr. Denton's back had been broken when she hit him with her car, then she wanted him to be adequately compensated, but not to the extent of leaving her penniless! On the other hand, if John was right in his suspicions that she was the innocent victim of a vicious hoax, then she wanted Denton to get nothing and would gladly see both Denton and Gordan sent to prison. But the accident had seemed so sickeningly real… and Mr. Denton was at Dr. Gordan's in a cast. She was sorely troubled and confused.

John Stanley asked Alice to go out with him, and though her proper period of mourning was less than half over, she accepted with only slight hesitation. She felt awkward and nervous on their first date, as if somehow she was being unfaithful to the memory of her dearly departed husband. Alice's dating discomfort was partly due to the sullen, how-could-you-mother-attitude of her twelve-year-old daughter Kitty, even though the girl didn't voice her obvious disapproval. It was different with Hal, thank goodness for Alice's peace of mind. Her son was older and more understanding, and Hal liked John.

However, somewhat to the sexually reawakening widow's chagrin, John's gentlemanly behavior resulted in only the mildest forms of physical intimacy, certainly nothing which could've caused Alice to feel guilty. On their first date he only held her hand and gave her a proper good-night kiss at the door. During their second date, at a drive-in movie, John took her in his strong arms and held her close while he kissed her several times, murmuring how beautiful and desirable she was and expressing with almost fearful timidity that he thought he was falling for her. He didn't attempt to feel her up, though, and Alice, mildly confused and half-willing to be seduced, experienced a slight sense of disappointment.

They went dancing on their third date. John plied her with liquor until she was tipsy. He held her close as they danced, flattening her luscious big breasts against his masculine chest and rubbing his semi-erect penis against the womanly softness her barely rounded lower abdomen. By the time he took Alice home, he had got her into a very receptive mood. His arm encircled her, his hand cupping a tit as he led her up the steps and across the porch of her boarding house. He turned off the porch light before he kissed her, and as he fed his tongue into the moist sweetness of her warms willing mouth, he backed her against the wall, groping her appealing buttocks, Frenching her fiercely and nearly boring a hole in her belly with the virile spear of his rock-hard dick. When he had her panting for it, he said good night and tripped lightly down the steps, whistling as he strode down the walkway to his car.