Corcoran’s Hardware – est. 1853

Tool repairs and sharpening, Odd jobs

Michael & Katherine Corcoran, proprietors

It had been a good five years. Mickey and Kat now had two children, their shop was a success and the city continued to grow around them. Locals knew that the ‘Will return at 1pm’ sign went up most days and rumor had it that it meant more than a lunch hour. Five years and still Kat wanted Mickey’s long thick cock as often as she could get it. And Mickey desired her every day. Despite her initial concerns about being good enough, it turn out that she was quite good, energetic and imaginative. From quick lunch time couplings to long slow evenings that tested Mickey’s endurance, Kat was always ready and determined. Not that Mickey ever gave a thought to wandering; his days of fucking any neighborhood woman who came his way were long past. It was only Kat for him. Though only 20 or so, she wasn’t exactly sure, a healthy diet and two childbirths had added a few pounds to her original slim frame. She worried about being desirable, Mickey loved her all the more.

While Kat’s speaking skills and reading ability had improved greatly with determined practice and daily interaction with the public, when everyone had settled down for the night and it was only Kat and Mickey in bed, she reverted to her earlier habits. She thought it sounded ‘dirtier’ and Mickey found it to be particularly erotic.

“Now lay there and relax. Yer Kat is gonna suck this big cock, then fuck you ’til ya can’t walk.” Kat held Mickey’s cock with two hands, then licked from base to tip. Sucking the head into her mouth she pushed a few inches in, not nearly half, until her mouth was stretched and full. Now sucking on him as she lifted her head up, swirling her tongue around him, feeling his veiny sides and the large head, she squeezed and stroked his cock enjoying how it made her man tense and relax. Kat rubbed his cock head on her tits, teasing each of her nipples with the tip, watching as Mickey closed his eyes as his need grew. Kat decided that this time she’d tease him until he could take no more. She knew she’d be bathed in his cum, but she also knew this was a fun thing Mickey enjoyed. And it was all a bit naughty. She was his proper wife and partner in their business world, but in their bed, she was as wanton a slut as Mrs. Peller every employed. Anything for her man.

Kat rubbed his cock between her tits, then slid up and rubbed her wet slit along his cock. When Mickey tensed she used two hands to squeeze tight around him. “Not yet. Don’t you cum yet.” Kat rub her body against Mickey’s. He could feel her now fuller breasts, and see them as she let them hang tantalizingly above him. She let him suck on a nipple as she ground her wet pussy against him. Kat moved down to suck again on his thick cock, then sensing that he was reaching the point of no return, she sat back and pointed his cock at her as she stroked him to orgasm. With all the teasing and buildup Mickey shot several ropes of cum on Kat’s face, her tits, her stomach. She licked the cum from her lips, scooped more into her mouth and played with the cum coating her tits. Mickey was so turned on that his cock had remained firm and he flipped Kat onto her back, mounting her and driving his cock up into her still wet pussy. Mickey plunged his cock, which still stretched his much smaller wife, over and over into her, causing Kat to cry out in pleasure until he produced another load deep in her vagina.

“Oh Mick, you’re still like a wild animal.”

“You make me that way Kat.” They wiped themselves off, then settled down for a peaceful sleep.

Though their sleep may have been peaceful, the various neighborhoods of the city had been less so the past year. The chaos had started with the competing police departments, one controlled by the mayor’s office and one by the state government in Albany. Violence had erupted the previous year with the police riots. This uncertainty within law enforcement created an environment ripe for exploiting by the criminal elements in the Five Points and surrounding areas. This included a couple of names from Mickey’s past. The next day when their new assistant, a young kid from their old neighborhood who Mickey was giving a chance to prove himself, arrived at their shop bringing some unnerving news. Danny looked uncertainly at Mickey.

“Is Kat around?”

“Not yet, she’d getting the kids settled at Miss Kelly’s.”

“Good, I wanted to tell you this first.”

“What is it Danny?”

“Word on the street is that Teddy O’Rourke ain’t dead. Seems he was carried from the alley by the club and recovered. He was messed up some but survived.”

“How could that be? Where’s he been all these years?”

“Nobody knows. Some say he went to Boston or sumplace.”

“I’ll tell Kat, but this is going to worry her. Any reason said why he’s back?”

“I guess cause it’s safer with the coppers busy fightin’ each other.”

“I wonder if that’s all. Thanks Danny. Keep an ear out for more news.”

When Mickey told Kat she was more interested in finishing the job.

“I’ll kill him again. Permanent this time.”

“Kat. We have a lot going for us to get involved in something like that. Let the past go.”

“You’re right, but what if he’s back for reasons that involve us?”

“Then we’ll deal with it in due time.”

From time to time Danny would bring in bits of information, mostly gossip heard at the Bend. Teddy was gathering some old members of his street gang. Teddy was going to take over the Five Points. Teddy was looking for revenge. Did anyone know the girl Mickey Corcoran was with the night he’d been shot? Now Mickey was concerned. It was later that week that Mickey returned from an errand to find the “Will Return at 1pm” sign hanging in the window. Now he was very concerned. that sign was only used when he and Kat needed some midday time. He opened the door to find the shop in a shambles. Danny was lying bloody and beaten on the floor behind the counter. Mickey shook him awake and asked what had happened.

“They took her.”

“Kat?” Danny nodded. “Who? Where? Fuckin’ tell me something.”

“Sor…sorry Mick. Some big fuck put a rag over her face. She was fightin’ them but passed out. Then two of them beat me around. Said to tell you Teddy O’Rourke was having his revenge.”

“Oh fuck. Chloroform. Revenge. What else?”

“Mick, they said, if you don’t meet Teddy, they’ll, they’ll pass her around to every man who works fer Teddy. You need to go to the old wood tenements behind the Bend.”

“Oh god. Shit. THINK Mickey, I need to think of a plan. I walk into there it’s sure death for both of us.”

“I’ll help anyways I can. You and Kat have been good to me.”

Mickey thought a minute, then wrote a long note. He gave it to Danny with instructions to deliver it to an address near Wall Street. “When you’ve delivered this get back to the Points and let everyone you see know that Mickey Corcoran needs their help.” Danny ran off on his errands. Mickey looked around the shop deciding how best to arm himself.

The dampness hung in the air. The rotted wood held the moisture in these ramshackle buildings that rarely received any sunlight. They filled the space that was supposed to be a yard between the tenements on Mulberry and those on Baxter. Now they contained shaky wooden structures that added to the slum. A haven for crime. Teddy O’Rourke and three subordinates sat and waited.

“You sure you didn’t kill the kid? He got the message for Mickey?”

“Yer we’re sure. We jus’ made sure he got the message, ya know.”

From the corner where she was tied Kat began to come around. As the fog lifted from her she looked around, at first scared, then angry, very angry.

“Who are you fuckers? You better let me go before Mickey finds you.”

“Oh, look who’s awake. The little cunt that shot me. You are the bitch with the gun ain’t ya?”

“Fuck you. Ya shoulda died.”

“You need more than that toy pistol to keep Teddy O’Rourke down. Now, we got a bit of unfinished bizness, don’t we?” And that’s when Kat became afraid again. “Boys, let’s have us a look at MISSUS Corcoran. Shall we?” Two men held the struggling Kat in place while Teddy used a razor to slice her dress up the middle. Teddy then pulled it aside baring Kat’s body to the room. “Put a little meat on yer bones. This’ll be more fun. I think our original agreement was for a quick suck, but I’m not taking a chance putting my cock between yer teeth. I’m changing my plan.” Teddy then loosened and dropped his pants. With his hard cock sticking out before him he stepped towards the struggling Kat. “Hold her still boys. I’ve been waiting for this for five years.”

Kat screamed. She threatened death, dismemberment and worse on the four men. She screamed again when Teddy thrust his cock into her. Rather than begging she mocked him.

“Are you in yet? I can’t feel yer tiny cock. You’re barely a man Teddy.” He slapped her face, then again. In his anger Teddy fucked her as hard as he could, pinching her nipples until he brought tears to Kat’s eyes. “Feeling it now cunt? If yer man doesn’t show I’ll have a line at the door here ready to fuck yer little cunt. If he does show, I’ll let him watch. Then when we’re done you can watch me take him apart piece by piece, starting with that cock you love. Now one of you shut her up, Henry put yer cock in her mouth.”

Henry looked a little uncertain. This bitch just might bite his cock. Still orders were orders. He released his hard member and held Kat by the throat. “Bite me and I’ll slash yer face. Then you’ll be well fucked and scarred.” He pinched her nose until she opened wide, then stuffed his cock in her mouth. Tears streamed from her eyes as he pushed his cock into her throat. She tried moving her head but Henry held her in place while Teddy fucked her viciously. Teddy was getting off on his threats and Kat’s fears. When he’d cum inside her he stepped aside and offered her to his men. Henry pulled his cock from Kat’s mouth and quickly mounted her, soon adding his cum to Teddy’s. The remaining two assailants then took their turns. Kat only hoped that Mickey would forgive her. He’d been her only and now she’d been taken by four more. When they had finished they let her sit with their cum running from her. Left alone Kat sat in self pity for a short while, then began working at the rope holding her hands together.

Mickey knew he couldn’t wait for help. He’d have to find Teddy’s lair and attempt a rescue. Even now, every moment he spent planning Kat was possibly enduring unspeakable horrors. Mickey made his way down Baxter until he came to the alley that crossed most of the way over to Mulberry. Living outside the area for several years now Mickey was caught short by the stench emanating from the narrow path. Men were lying unconscious in doorways, mongrel dogs sniffed at the trash littering the way. The muck pulled at his shoes as he tried to quietly ease his way deeper into the gloom. From around a corner he could see the haphazard wood siding of the makeshift buildings. He looked up at the tenements rising either side of the yard. Protection from prying eyes, if any up there were even interested. As Mickey quietly approached the first of the buildings he was brought up short by a sharp object pressed against his back, followed by a voice carried on breath as dank as the surroundings.

“Mickey Corcoran, I persume?”

“Yes, who are you? Where’s Teddy, and Kat?”

“None a’your bizness who I am. But Kat is currently being entertained by Teddy. And maybe a few others, heh heh.”

Mickey attempted to turn, but the knife was moved to his neck. “If she’s been hurt..”

“Oh they’ve been most gentle. Now put this sack over yer head and come with me.” Mickey complied, then his assailant added a knotted rope around his neck to keep the hood in place and to use as a lead as he dragged Mickey along. When Mickey had stumbled up some steps he entered a darkened room. He was pushed into a chair, the hood was removed and the rope thrown over a cross beam. This allowed his minder to give it a yank as necessary to remind him of his hopeless position. As Mickey’s eyes became accustomed to the dark he could see Kat, bound and naked. His attempt to call to her was cutoff by a tug on the rope. From his left he heard a familiar voice.

“We meet again Mickey Corcoran. Only this time I have more competent assistants. I must compliment you. You’ve broken her in well. A nice fuck she is. Am I lying boys?” The other three nodded in agreement. Mickey lurched from his seat only to be lifted gagging until he settled down.

“Let her go Teddy. You have me. Have your revenge.”

“You act like you have some say in this Mickey. I WILL have my revenge, but this cunt a’yours shot me. I’m going to fuck her many more times before I call it even. You can watch. Yeah Mickey, yer precious little Kat will be used by me and every man I know. I’m only deciding whether you’ll watch this with yer cock or without it.” Mickey reached to a table and picked up a large sharp looking blade. “Take his pants boys. I want to be able to get at it when the mood strikes.”

“You’re fucking crazy Teddy. Let us go. I can pay you. Or just let Kat go, then kill me.”

“I make the rules. Boys put her over here on her knees, right in front of him.” When Kat was in place Teddy got behind her. “She’s a good fuck Mickey. Watch while I enjoy her, again.”

Mickey lunged for him. The rope tightened, then snapped. Mickey stumbled forward over Kat and into Teddy. Kat released her hands as a knife fell from above. Looking up she saw Danny on the rafter. He jumped down onto the back of the thug holding the useless rope. Kat picked up the knife and plunged it into his throat. As he fell spurting blood, Kat turned ready for more blood. She saw Mickey in his fury pummeling Teddy. Kat distracted a second tough as Danny plucked Teddy’s knife from the table. The commotion brought Henry in from guarding the front door. As he entered Danny slashed across his gut sending him to his knees. Now Kat and Danny held the one remaining standing at bay as Mickey dragged Teddy to the chair. Before any more pain could be inflicted the door opened and New York Metropolitan police officers came into the room.

“All right ya bog dwellers, drop the weapons. Mr. DeChambeau, who did you say started this?” Dennis DeChambeau entered the room. He pointed to Teddy.

“Mr. Hayes, that one in the chair.” As the police moved towards O’Rourke there was a further explosion of activity from the yard. A different set of police backed by twenty or so locals now began crowding the room.

“Mr. Hayes, this is our neighborhood. We’ll be taking this trash.”

“Come now Donnelley we answered this call for Mr. DeChambeau.” Everyone turned as Kat exclaimed,

“They raped me. Teddy would have again if Danny didn’t free Mickey. There’s only one punishment for them.”

Mr. Hayes turned to look at Kat, “Horrible as the crime is, we can’t be having mob justice.”

Officer Donnelley tried a different tack, “Hayes, if we let you and your supporters there take the one at the wall will you leave O’Rourke to us?”

Hayes looked around the room. He glanced at DeChambeau who gave the briefest of nods. Reading the crowd and the reality of the situation he decided he could save face by taking Donnelley’s offer. “Carter, put that one over there in manacles.” When Hayes and his crew had left the room Donnelley and the Mulberry Bend neighbors stood around looking at Kat, Mickey and Teddy.

“Now what Mickey?”

“He raped my wife. He threatened pain and death to both of us. We’ll never be safe while he lives. It’s five years and he came looking for us. He’s not fit to live.” Mickey took the length of rope from his neck and tied Teddy’s arms behind him on the chair.

Teddy looked at the crowd. “You can’t let them do this. Yer police.”

Donnelley looked around, the murmuring crowd were having none of it. He made his decision. “I think we need to go for backup. He’s a dangerous criminal.” When the officers stepped outside their former neighbors looked at Kat and Mickey. One spoke for them.

“You took my boy Danny cause you said he was smart and you’re givin’ him a chance to better hisself. Yer good people. None of us is gonna see ennythin that happens here.” With that Kat stepped behind Teddy and dragged the knife across his throat. As he died Mickey untied him and let him fall forward on the floor.

“He tried to escape. It was self defense.” He looked around the room. This was the Five Points, no one would turn them in. But he took steps to be sure. “Today I need to get Kat home and safe and have a doctor in to see her. Danny too. Saturday there will be a party in the Bend. Barrels of beer, food, music. Thank you all for coming to our aid.”

“Now if you’ll all stop looking at me naked I’d like to go home.” As he did years ago, Mickey gave his shirt to Kat. One young lady commented,

“Sure you don’t want to share him Kat?”

“No, if he still wants me, he’s all mine. But I think Danny could use a good roll. He’s a brave one too.”

Danny looked a little embarrassed but a couple of the women were giving him a once over.

“Of course I still want you Kat. This was no fault of your own.” Mickey held her to him as they made their way out of the rundown house, back through the alley and along the streets to their home. Mickey filled a basin with water and washed Kat, cleaning the mud, blood and semen from her body. When she was in a clean dressing gown he helped her to bed and sat beside her. He took her hand.

“Kat, it’s over now. O’Rourke is behind us. I feel bad for bringing this on you. I’ll never forgive myself. I hope you can forgive me.”

“Mickey, shush. We’ve been in this together from the beginning. How did DeChambeau know to bring police?”

“I sent Danny with a note. Then he rounded up the Points neighbors. But cutting the rope was all his idea. We owe that rascal.”

From out their back window they heard laughing and whispering. Danny had a room in what had been a storage shed behind the house. Danny was normally quiet and sober, but he seemed in a celebratory mood tonight.

“If I’m not mistaken Mickey, it seems young Danny may have some companionship tonight.” From out the window,

“Shhh, quiet Bridget. They may be trying to sleep.”

“Oh come on Danny, I heard you were the hero and so brave. Let’s have fun.” And fun they had. Danny was hardly an innocent, but Bridgette O’Malley was the object of his desires since she moved to the Points a few months ago. Red-haired, already with large breasts, lightly dappled with freckles she was the picture of Ireland. “C’mon, rumor has it you’re quite the man.”

“I, I’ve been with some but none like you. Oh, oh god.” Bridget had removed her dress showing Danny her full breasts, light nipples on pale skin. When she had loosened his pants she nodded approvingly as his now hard cock.

“Nice, just what I hoped for.”

The unmistakable sounds of two young people furiously engaged drifted up to the Corcoran’s bedroom.

“Listen to them. If I wasn’t so worn out Mickey, I’d be inspired to give you a go.”

“You rest up. When you’re ready I’ll be here.” From below,

“Oh, Danny fuck me, give me that big cock, oh yes, oh, aaaaaaahhh” When Bridget had finished screaming and blessing Danny they settled down. The next time was more quiet.

“Sounds like Danny got his reward, Mick,” Mickey had settled in alongside Kat. He kissed her gently.

“I’m thinking we should make him a partner. He’s honest and reliable and as we saw today fearsome and brave. He can handle the shop when I go out to look for more business.” Kat was already asleep.

Mickey awoke to the sounds of laughter. Getting quietly out of bed he walked to the window overlooking the backyard. Looking down he saw Danny and Bridget, barely dressed.

“Come Danny, it’s a beautiful morning. Fuck me outside.”

“They can hear us.”

“Oh so what, they’re sleeping.” Bridget pulled up her shirt. Mickey couldn’t help but admire her large firm breasts. They reminded him of Betty DeChambeau’s. Danny walked to her and fondled her breasts. Bridget kissed him then slowly dropped to her knees, kissing his chest and stomach along the way. She slid his pants down. Danny had nothing to be embarrassed about himself. Bridget began sucking his cock, fondling his balls, licking his cock. When she was satisfied, she lay back on the ground and spread her legs. Danny mounted her and began feeding his cock into her fiery red pussy. Preoccupied with the events in his yard Mickey didn’t hear Kat walk up behind him. She looked out the window. Reaching around Mickey she found him hard.

“Enjoying the show? You miss having those firm ripe ones any time you want?” Kat began stroking his cock, long strokes down and back.

“No, you’re all I need. I was just happy to see them having fun.”

“Mickey, do you want me. After they..?” Mickey turned to face Kat.

“I thought maybe you wouldn’t want….so soon.”

“Take me Mickey. Take me to our bed and love me.” Mickey scooped her off the floor. He knew how she loved to have him carry her in his arms. “We don’t need to get the little ones from Miss Kelly until noon.”

Mickey lay Kat on the bed, he began kissing her, touching her, gently, lightly. Kat hummed in satisfaction. Mickey teasing her breasts, licking at her nipples as his fingers traced shapes on her stomach. He tickled her hips and down her legs. Hesitating a moment he laid his hand flat on her mound, letting his fingers run up and down her outer lips. Sensing no withdrawing Mickey pressed his finger separating her, letting his finger touch her wetness beneath. Kissing and sharing his tongue, Mickey let Kat know she was his only desire as his hand played around her pussy, circling her clit, causing Kat to lift her hips to meet him. Mickey dipped his finger into Kat testing to see if she resisted.

“Mickey, really, it’s ok. It was horrible, but nothing you do is bad. I need you to remind me how great it is.” Mickey shifted so that he was above Kat. She spread her legs, welcoming him. She grasped his cock and placed it against her. Mickey slid his cock into her. Kat smiled and sighed at the familiar stretching, his cock filling her, “Oh FUCK Mickey, oh Fuck, fuck me Mickey, ooohhhhhh. Thanks Mickey, thanks.” Mickey rested his head on her shoulder. They were going to be ok. From the window they could hear Danny and Bridget going at it again. They laughed. “Come on Mickey. I want another too.” Mickey happily complied.

Saturday, as promised, was a celebration. Denizens of the Five Points didn’t need an excuse to get drunk. That was the usual solution for forgetting their environs. But today there were barrels of good beer. Mickey called in some favors and there was meat being cooked on spits. Danny had been assigned to arrange for lively Irish folk music. The municipal police, mainly Irish and owing their jobs to city hall, calmly walked the street enjoying the light hearted festivities. It was St. Patrick’s Day, and election day rolled into one. The police seemed to have forgotten completely about Teddy O’Rourke.

Monday, everyone returned to their usual routines. At Corcoran’s Hardware Mickey asked Danny to come into his office in back of the shop.

“Mickey, if it’s about me and Bridget making a bit of noise the other day…”

“No, no. You kids have fun. You deserved it. What I want to talk about is business. Kat and I are grateful for what you did last week. You did more than I asked and your quick wits and daring saved us both.”

“That’s ok Mickey. I was just tryin’ ta help.”

“I know. And you did. But not just that. You’re a good reliable worker. An asset here at the store. Kat and I would like to keep you here. As a partner. 25% owner of the business. The better we do, the more you are worth. I have plans to expand and I’d like you to be part of those plans.”

“Mickey, Mr. Corcoran, um Mickey, I don’t know what to say. Yes, of course. And here I thought I’d be a laborer at best all my life.”

“As part of this arrangement we will have someone from the area come in after dinner and work with you on your schooling.” Danny smiled and shook Mickey’s hand. “One more thing Danny, I was meaning to ask you. Just what was Mr. DeChambeau’s reaction when you gave him my note?”

“If I remember right he said “Dammit this is my fault’, then he yelled for someone to go fetch a copper. Wasn’t no hesitatin’.”

“Thanks. I’ll have to go see him myself.”

There was no need to request an appointment with Dennis DeChambeau, early the next week a note arrived at the shop requesting that Mickey meet Mr. DeChambeau for dinner at Delmonico’s, South William Street at 7 pm, next Wednesday.

“Even better Kat, a business setting. I was planning to ask his advice on investing. We need plans for our future.”

“And you think he’s the man to help you?”

“I don’t know anyone else in that world, and he did come to our aid when he could have easily ignored my note.”

“Good points. Enjoy your beefsteak.”

“Are you pouting?”

“No, love. Just teasing.”

When the date arrived Mickey wore his newly cleaned suit and appeared precisely at 7. He was shown to Mr. DeChambeau’s table and after the usual pleasantries and drink orders they settled into conversation. DeChambeau asked after Kat’s health and Mickey assured him that she had recovered from the ordeal.

“No small thanks to your fast response to my plea for help. I wasn’t sure you would, but you are the only man I know in a position to gather forces.”

“The young man you sent seems to have done a good job of it himself.”

“Danny, yes. I’ve made him a partner. However, I am going to ask you for more help.”

“Yes?”

“I have saved a bit of money. I wish to invest for our future. Not in wild speculation, but safe and sure. Would you be able to point me in the right direction.”

“Yes, I could. I will advise that there is always some risk, but there are places to put your money that will prosper with the country.”

“And you would help me do this?”

“Certainly. In my business we never turn away well earned money.” They discussed options for awhile, enjoyed a famous Delmonico steak and more wine from DeChambeau’s private stock.

“And now Mr. Corcoran I must come to the reason that I invited you here. It’s a most unusual proposition. It must remain most discrete. Only four people may know.”

“Interesting.” DeChambeau hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. Mickey sensed his uncertainty which only peaked his interest.

“As you may have guessed, a man my age cannot always become a father. This became more apparent to me as my Dennis has grown. I love him as my own, and Betty has confirmed that there can only be one father if not myself. We have tried for the past several years, but I seem unable.” He hung his head. From embarrassment, or concern over what he would ask, Mickey did not know. “I want nothing more than for my Dennis to have a sibling to grow with when I am gone. A sibling who would be his by blood.”

“Mr. DeChambeau, are you suggesting? But I’m a married man!”

“Yes, yes, I know. I saw you fight to the death for your woman. Which is why your Kat would need to agree.”

“Why would she? Why would I?”

“I offer no threats. None. Say no and we can continue as we were. However, say yes and I will offer you the home I have purchased in Greenwich, near the park.” Now Mickey was stunned to silence. He was a bit angry, but confused.

“Do you treat me like a stud horse, sir? To be used as needed then put away in your barn?”

“No, sir. There are a number of reasons you are the only man I can ask. Remember, there is a fourth person in this arrangement. My wife Betty. She swore at the time that you are the only man, other than myself, that she has lain with. When I learned of it, well you saw my wrath. She swore that she would never lay with another.”

“Does she know of your proposal?”

“I’ve spoken around the topic. I believe her desire to have another before she reaches her middle age is strong. Also, I am approaching 60 and there is no guarantee I will live to old age. Having my wealth settled on Betty and two heirs would be better. I believe she would, but not with anyone.”

Mickey took a long drink, rubbed his chin. “I will speak to Kat. If she doesn’t throw me out, then maybe. I will send notice either way.”

They ended dinner with one more drink then parted. Mickey decided to walk up Broadway to the apartment over the shop. When he got home Kat was waiting to hear about his fancy dinner. Mickey explained DeChambeau’s proposal.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Kat, I’m telling you what he proposed. You were the first to suspect the parentage of young Dennis. You can understand why he’d ask.”

“Insane. This is the craziest thing I’ve heard. He WANTS you to fuck his wife?”

“Yes, that’s the sum of it.”

“For a house. So he can have a second heir. Even though they are yours?”

“Yes, to all. Only you, me, Betty and DeChambeau would ever know.”

“I don’t know what to think.”

“I understand. I promise you, I have no desires for Betty DeChambeau.”

“What if it doesn’t work? Do you go over there and fuck her every night? What about us?”

“You’re always first.” Kat stepped towards Mickey and put her arms around him. Apparently all this talk of fucking was having some effect on him.

“So you’d sacrifice yourself for the family, force yourself to fuck a blonde with big tits, just to acquire a house for us, further from the city, near a park?” She slid her hand down feeling the length of cock between them. “And promise you’d only be thinking of me while slipping this into big titty Betty?” She squeezed tight at the tip causing him to groan involuntarily. Now she was just teasing. Kat loosened Mickey’s pants, they fell to the floor. Kat jumped up into his arms, reached below, positioned him and let herself slide down just a little, they touched, a little more, he entered her, she looked in his eyes. “Hold me in those arms.” He did, letting her settle down on his cock, then bouncing her on his hard pole while supporting her weight. Kat rested her head again Mickey’s chest and enjoyed the feeling of fullness as she was lifted and dropped onto him. Then he held her out away from him as he thrust into Kat, until releasing, filling her, then holding her to his body.

“There’s no one who could replace you Kat.”

“Ah Mickey, you fucked your way, our way, out of the slum. May as well fuck our way uptown.”

Mickey sent a note to DeChambeau: Yes.

Although Kat was still conflicted, she did appreciate that Mickey took every opportunity to sexually pleasure her over the next few weeks. He seemed determined to show her that she was the woman he wanted. She knew that but wasn’t about to stop his attention. After one long night where he refused to tire she was trying to catch her breath, exhausted.

“I believe you Mickey, I believe you, but my pussy needs a break. Really, you proved yourself.” A week later he received a note from DeChambeau stating that he would be out of town visiting certain political allies in the national capitol for two weeks. Mickey understood the meaning. He told Kat that he would be visiting with Mrs. DeChambeau the next weekend.

“Visiting. It sounds so formal.”

“You’re still ok with this?”

“Now that the time has come I have reservations. But DeChambeau did us a favor, and you did already….just go. I’ll be alright.”

Mickey packed a small bag and walked uptown to the DeChambeau house that he well remmebered. When he knocked at the door he was soon greeted by a recognizable face, though changed. Betty DeChambeau was still attractive, now in her later 20s, but she could best be described as plump. No doubt she would move on to matronly in a few more years.

“Hello Mickey”, she said shyly, “do come in.”

“Hello Betty. Nice to see you.” She offered him a cold drink and settled in the sitting room. Mickey took a seat facing her.

“Mickey, I won’t deny, this is awkward. When Dennis suggested this arrangement I thought he was crazy. I told him I’d never lain with another man, with two exceptions. That’s when he asked if I would accept you. I realized that I would have refused anyone else. As you see, I’m not exactly the same person you knew before.”

“You’re still lovely Betty. No worries. Since those few weeks I’ve changed. I’ve only been with my wife.”

“And she accepts this?”

“In all honestly, she is not thrilled. I’m certain neither of us would agree to anything like this in the future.”

“How shall we? I mean, do we just…do it?”

“It need not be unpleasant. However, once we have accomplished the goal, then there is no question of future intimacy.”

“Agreed. I am happy that you will be gentle and kind until then.” Betty took his hand and led him down the hall to the same guest bedroom. “We had luck here last time.”

Mickey stood facing Betty. He reached out and pulled at the bow at her neck. He unbuttoned her dress and let it fall. He would be tender, never unkind, but this was going to be about sex. In some ways not so different than their earlier encounters. Betty moved to cover herself, then let her arms drop. Mickey looked at her, so very different than Kat. Betty hesitated, then slid her undergarments down. Her breasts were now large, hanging from their weight, nipples facing forward. Her skin was still clear, soft, unblemished. The sign of a lady of leisure who didn’t spend long days in the sun or long hours at hard work. Her hips were wider, her bottom full, soft, the legs thicker. There was a word for her full, rounded figure, but Mickey could not think of it. Beautiful in her way, but moving on from the tight firmness of youth. Mickey pulled his shirt over his head. Betty smiled, tight lipped looking at the still hard, strong body she had known a few years earlier. Now she anticipated the removal of his trousers. Many times she’d dreamed of the long thick penis. She wondered if she exaggerated in her mind. Mickey let his pants drop, then stepped away. Betty’s smile was broader.

“As I remembered. Your wife is a lucky woman.”

“I’m sure your husband has enjoyed the pleasures of your body many a night.”

“Yes he has. The past few years at least. Thank you.” Mickey stepped to Betty, kissed her lightly on the lips, then allowed his hands to explore her body. Particularly her breasts, larger than his hands could hold, and her ass, to be caressed and squeezed. Betty backed up to the bed and lay back. Her breasts flattened on her chest, her legs separated, inviting. “Am I still attractive to you. Will you join me Mickey?”

“Yes. You are attractive, desirable.” Mickey climbed onto the bed, his long cock bouncing before him. He arranged himself between Betty’s legs, felt the cleft between them and found her wet, waiting, wanting. He rubbed his cock along the wetness then placed himself at her opening. With little effort he slid into Betty. She gasped, then moaned as he pressed deep and wide. Her body responded, drawing him in lubricating the way, stretching to accept him. Mickey reached her depths then began rocking in and out of Betty’s pussy, feeling her grasp at him, trying to hold him inside, then stretching again as he plunged his cock deep. Mickey began forcefully fucking Betty, her generous ass bouncing on the bed with each thrust. As Mickey’s cock touched her everywhere inside, she felt it building. “Go ahead”, Mickey said breathlessly, “reach down, rub yourself.”

“Ohh, I-eeeee, never, uuuh.”

“Do it.” Betty did. Not stopping until she came in a way she hadn’t before, her body riding waves of pleasure as Mickey deposited his semen, and hopefully successful sperm, far into her. Betty bucked her hips, forcing Mickey as deep as possible, her body seeming to float on waves. When she had relaxed, Mickey lay on her, propped on his elbows keeping his cock inside.

“Mickey, that was so naughty. Rubbing my area during sex.”

“Where I come from you do whatever feels good.”

“I hope we were successful, but how can we be sure?”

“By the time I leave tomorrow we will be as sure as we can. I’ll be ready to try again in a short while.”

“Again? Already? Can you?”

I can, and I will. I aim to fuck you Mrs, DeChambeau as many times as I can until tomorrow evening.”

“Oh. I. OK.” She seemed flustered. Not unexpected when once per week is all your middle aged husband desires. Mickey got a pillow and lifted Betty’s ass onto it.

“Better to keep it all inside.” Not that he minded holding her buttocks. Sooner than Betty could imagine, Mickey was ready. Remembering the second visit a few years ago he had her turn over on her knees. Mickey held on to her ass as he slid his cock into Betty. It was a different experience for him, something he hadn’t felt since Mrs. Dillon’s rent collections. Pushing against her soft ass as he fed his cock deep into her pussy. Gripping her by her soft hips while rocking his, this one was for him. Going faster, then slowing, letting his cock pull away then in as deep as he could go . Finally, holding on tight as his second load of the day filled her.

“Mickey, I’m not accustomed to so much. Can we rest and have dinner?” Mickey agreed; as they ate he asked,

“How has it been these past years? Mr. DeChambeau says you two have improved your relationship?”

“Oh, much better. He spends more time at home, includes me in some of his travel, and is more attentive in the bedroom. And, well, he seems to like my mature figure.”

“All good? But no luck conceiving?”

“It’s possible he can’t. He of course assumed it was me, until…”

“Speaking of which, I believe I can manage another tonight.” He did, again encouraging Betty to pleasure herself as his throbbing cock stretched her one more time for the night. When he had again filled her he suggested that he needed to rest. “I’ll be ready again in the morning.” Betty settled in alongside him. “I’m sorry Betty. As much enjoyment as I have had with you today, I must ask that you go to your own bed. We can only be intimate in a physical way. You do understand?”

“Yes, of course. Thank you for your efforts. Until the morning?” Mickey watched her leave the room, her wide hips and soft ass still so inviting.

Mickey woke to the sensation of Betty’s lips sucking on the head of his cock. He lay in place allowing her to continue. She wasn’t nearly as practiced in this art as Kat, but still his cock was soon hard and throbbing. When he could wait no longer he rolled Betty over and slid his wet cock into her only moments before his cum shot forth from his firm cock. He fell away from her looking down at her satisfied smile.

“I was a bit sore from all the thrusting yesterday. I thought I could help us along.”

“It seems to have worked.”

“Yes, should I work on you again?”

“Hold on. I do need some time. Maybe coffee first?” They took time for coffee and biscuits. Then Mickey took Betty long and slow, as much for his benefit as for hers. She knew that she might never feel this thick cock between her legs again. Though a bit worn down from their activities she wanted to savor him one last time. When Mickey felt himself reaching his end he held himself deep ensuring his semen would reach the farthest depths. After he came he held himself there, then finally withdrew. He washed himself then dressed. There was a certain sadness in their parting. If successful, then would in reality now have an expanded family together. They had shared intimacy, but not love. Mickey needed to get back to the one he loved.

When he returned home he found Kat finishing with laundry. He looked at her, still slim, so different than Betty. He had a yearning for her.

“So you’re all done?”

“I hope so.”

“Do you? Truly?”

“Yes Kat. That was, a physical exercise. I yearn for you, only you.”

“Good, because if I had to listen to Danny and Bridget rutting for one more night without some for my own I’d go crazy.” She stepped to Mickey and held him. “You really want my little ol’ self after having Miss Big Titties?”

“Truth is, she’s gotten plump. But I’ve always desired all you are.”

“Good answer.” Kat reached down between them. She found a better answer. Even after all his exercise this weekend she found him stiffening for her. “Do you have any left for me?” Then let him to their bed. She let Mickey lay back, then removed his trousers as he slipped off his shirt. Kat stood and removed her clothes revealing her small but heavier breasts, her slim frame, thin hips, slender legs. She stroked Mickey to full hardness, then threw a leg over him and guided him inside. She sighed at the familiar fullness of his cock stretching her. Kat kissed Mickey’s chest, sucked at his nipples then clasped hands with him as she slowly rose and sank onto his cock. She bent to kiss him and stayed there as he lifted his hips pushing himself up into her. He stayed firm, hard, for a good long time as Kat used him for her pleasure. She came, then again, allowing her body to rub against him, allowing his cock to touch her where she needed him to be. Only after she was fully satisfied did she feel him tense, his thick cock get thicker as he gave her all he had left. She was happy to have him back. Only when they had lain in this position another fifteen minutes did they get dressed for lunch.

“So if this wasn’t successful?”

Mickey looked at Kat. “We’ll wait to see. Believe me it wasn’t fulfilling. Not even fun in the same way as my youthful exploits. I’ve changed, my situation has changed. I might even decline to go forward.”

“Then no house.”

“It had been enough years without another woman, I didn’t realize. I can’t have another.”

Kat searched his eyes and determined that he spoke true. She held his hand in hers.

It was several weeks later when Mickey was summoned to Mr. DeChambeau’s office. He was shown in to a wood lined office with deep leather chairs. DeChambeau stood behind his desk. He held a cigar out to Mickey.

“It seems I am to be a father again, Mr. Corcoran. I wished for you to congratulate me and have a cigar.”

“Thank you, that is good news.”

“Please sit. I believe we have business to discuss.” Mickey took a chair and listened as DeChambeau explained the investments he was planning. “I expect that you will be a wealthy young man. You will grow along with this country if the country isn’t ripped apart first.”

“Do you think there will be war?”

“Possibly. The southern men want to protect what they see as their rights and that includes their slaves.”

“To the point of war?”

“I do business in cotton, so I speak to men from Charleston and Savannah. Yes, to the point of war. They’d have their own country if they could. But enough of this for now. I have something for you.”

“Yes?”

“The keys to your new home near Washington Square. You have successfully completed your part of the deal. May you and your wife enjoy many happy years. This, arrangement didn’t cause trouble in your home?”

“Thank you. We will. And no, nothing can come between Kat and myself. I know that now better than before.”

“Good, good. I will be in touch periodically with updates on your investments. Good day, Mr. Corcoran.”

“And to you Mr. DeChambeau.”

Mickey returned home and told Kat that they’d need to begin packing their possessions.

“We’re moving uptown Kat.”

“What will we do with this apartment?”

“I think we should offer it to Danny first. Get him out of that shed.”

“The neighbors will thank you.”

“Ha. Why don’t we leave this furniture here for him? We can look for new furnishings that fit our new house.”

Kat smiled, brighter than usual. “A grand idea! Let’s go look at our new home and see what we’ll need.”

As 1859 began Mickey and Kat had settled in with their growing family. Danny and Bridget announced that they were to be married. The DeChambeau’s were pleased to announce that they had a second son. Mickey had decided to open a second Corcoran’s Hardware, closer to their new home and catering more to the higher end clientele in their new neighborhood. They left Danny and Bridget to manage the original location. New York was booming. All seemed well in their small circle. Despite the dark clouds on the national horizon.

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