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It was a bright, sunny and very warm day. Perfect for a late summer hike. Plus we saw lots of wildlife. Particularly birds. Shame I didn’t bring my camera with me since I enjoy photographing wildlife. Especially avian, but I left it home. If I knew we were going to take a hike over the weekend I wouldn’t have.

We finally reached the stream, which is the half way point for the looping trail. Beautiful spot with a nice large pool below a small waterfall. The pool was bordered on both sides by sand bars since the water level was low. Which is typical for this time of year. The water was crystal clear as the stream is spring fed and doesn’t flow through farm land until further down stream.

We debated whether to eat lunch or take a dip first in the inviting pool. Since we were hot and sweaty from the hike we chose the latter.

Bill assured us we didn’t have to worry about being seen skinny dipping since it was private land and he can’t recall ever seeing anyone else except for his neighbor. Who along with his wife use the trail for regular walks, and the stream to swim naked also.

Off came our clothes and we all waded into the pool, which in the deepest part is barely over my head. Surprisingly the water wasn’t cold in spite of being spring fed. Kind of warm actually. Very comfortable and it felt Heavenly.

Just as Walter and Bill were getting frisky we heard voices. Then unexpectedly Bill’s neighbor and his wife appeared at the section of trail that leads towards their house.

No doubt because of the clear water they could easily see we were naked.

Bill said hello. Then introduced us. Jack and Jill were their names. I know, you think I’m making that up, but I’m not. Their names were in fact Jack and Jillian.

They both had back packs and apparently had the same brainstorm as Bill about taking a hike and having a picnic.

Jack and Jill were around the same age frame as us. Early to mid 60’s would be my guess. Both are retired school teachers, which we learned later.

“Seems we all had the same thought process today.”…Jack said. “Since we did if you folks don’t mind Jill and I would like to take a dip since we’re both pretty heated from our walk. I hope you don’t mind if we join you?”

“Not a problem.”…replied Bill. “Please do. There’s nothing that would please us more.”

With that said, both Jack and Jill stripped down to their birthday suits. When they did, and before they got fully immersed in the water, I couldn’t help but notice Jack’s insanely fat uncircumcised cock. Long too, albeit it only slightly enlarged. Made me wonder how long or big it would be fully erect.

As for Jill. She was a full breasted woman. Big busted actually. Way bigger than Rita and I. And as you would expect for her age her tits had a bit of a sag, although not excessively so. Huge aureola centered with large nipples. As for her pubic mound, it had a thin covering of dark hair as she was a dark haired woman. Which she kept cut short. Almost in a page-boy. She was also tall and as a result long legged. 5 feet 8 inches easily. Nearly as tall as Jack, who I guessed to be not quite six feet.

Both were fairly fit and trim and looked good for their age. Jack had a cute butt while Jill’s was “voluptuous”. But not overly so, nor was there any sag to her bum cheeks. Which no doubt regular walks helped keep in shape, along with her fabulously formed legs.

When we were all in the water together and up close and personal Bill reintroduced Walter and I again. Rita they already knew.

“Kind of a strange way to make a first acquaintance naked like we are, but it’s nice to meet you two.” said Jack.

“Same here.”…added Jill.

“Pleasure is ours.”…Walter and I replied.

Once the pleasantries were over we enjoyed the cooling stream for a half hour or so before we decided it was time for lunch.

Once back on shore we spread the blankets and enjoyed the light lunch we brought. Assorted fruit and cheese with prosciutto, along with a nice white wine. Pinot grigio if I remember right.

Once we consumed lunch we sat and chit chatted a bit about nothing in particular while sipping wine from paper cups.

Jill who had been unusually quiet up to that point asked me if she could ask a personal question. I said sure since you couldn’t get more personal than sitting around naked with someone.

“Are you two nice couples more than “casual” friends?”

She emphasized the casual.

I wasn’t expecting her to be that personal, but I replied truthfully…”Yes we are. Very much so. How did you know?”

“Call it “swingers” intuition. Plus the fact you were all skinny dipping together. Jack and I had a robust “swingers” life style before we both retired. But since then, which beşevler escort bayan was a few years ago, we lost touch with most of our like minded friends and it has been a while now. At least a year for sure.”

I explained how it was more recent with us. Late life thing and how it started with fulfilling a fantasy of mine.

“What would that fantasy be Lacey?”…Jill asked.

I kind of hesitated about answering, but since I mentioned it I shared it was a desire to be double ass-fucked.

“From there one thing led to another and before long we were having foursomes with two select couples. Bill and Rita being one, and our closest friends of the two.”

“From what I know of Bill and Rita, you couldn’t have picked a nicer couple to share your intimacy with.”…Jill replied.

“With Jack and I our “swinger” activities were more of an exhibitionist thing for us than a desire to have sex with other people. Although we enjoyed that part too.”

“Please explain”…I asked, since you had to be somewhat of an exhibitionist to have sex with another person in front of other people. Be it a foursome or a group.

“Simply put, we both enjoy “performing” sexual acts in front of open minded people. Kind of a fetish thing, although maybe not in the true sense of the word. The big turn on for us is being watched as we do all kinds of sexual acts.”

“Really.”…I said. “That’s interesting because in some ways I enjoy being watched as well as watching others. Although I, or we, never carried it to the next level like you and Jack apparently did. Then again, this foursome thing, or group sex, is relatively new for us and we’re still experimenting and learning.”

While Jill and I were discussing her and Jack’s fondness for exhibitionism everyone else was listening in on the conversation. Plus I could see from Bill and Walter’s cocks they were getting somewhat aroused by the subject matter.

Then Jill surprised the hell out of us by asking if her and Jack could “perform” for us since it’s been so long since they have.

“Lately we’ve been like two reformed alcoholics dying for a drink.”

Then she added…”I can’t tell you how much we’d love to given this rare opportunity, and I promise you won’t find it or us boring.”

I looked over at Jack, who didn’t show any emotion or indication he objected. If anything he gave Jill tacit approval by remaining quiet. Then I said…”I don’t know about anyone else but I would love it if you did.”

Rita chimed in…”Please do. I know it would be a thrill for you two since it’s been so long, as well it would be for us.”

Then both Walter and Bill gave them the thumbs up.

Since it was unanimous, Jack repositioned himself on the blanket perpendicular to us so we could view things better. He then leaned back on his elbows with legs spread wide and out straight.

Jill positioned herself between his legs on her knees with her ass fully raised in the air. Which made for quite a sight for Walter and Bill. She then took Jack’s semi-flaccid cock in one hand and with the other pushed back his foreskin to expose his cockhead.

Jack’s cockhead was quite large in spite of his cock being only somewhat engorged. Jill took it in her mouth and very lovingly began to suck and lick it. Ever so slowly Jack’s cock became fully erect and hard as a hammer handle from Jill expertly titillating his cockhead. When it was it was a monster. Had to be all of 9 inches long and a good 2 inches plus in diameter. His cock was big as Rita’s “soap on a rope” and the cockhead even bigger.

No wonder they liked performing in front of other people. With a cock like that it would be hard for him and Jill not want to show it off.

Once fully erect Jill gradually began to mouth fuck Jack’s monster. Slowly at first. While I wouldn’t think it would ever be possible for anyone to engulf his entire cock, Jill was able to take at least half to two thirds in her mouth on each downward head stroke.

She mouth-fucked Jack for a good ten minutes, and simply put was extremely good at it. No hands so we could have a clear view of things. Which allowed us to see a steady stream of Jill’s saliva flowing out of her mouth to soak Jack’s cock down to the base.

I even found myself drooling somewhat from the sight.

Rita grabbed my hand to hold it and I could tell from how sweaty it was the “show” Jack and Jill were putting on was having the same effect on her as with me. So much so both our pussies were oozing love juice.

As for Walter and Bill, their cocks couldn’t have gotten any bigger from watching.

With Jill’s ass raised in the air like it was, Walter and Bill couldn’t resist getting a better look at it from directly behind.

It balgat escort bayan must have been a marvelous sight due to the look on their faces when they did. They both kind of stared in awe at her voluptuous ass. Along with her asshole and pussy, which they could clearly see.

Finally they sat back down and when they did they both started to fondle their cocks while watching the “show”.

Then as if choreographed Jill released Jack’s cock from her mouth and leaned down on her elbows. Jack then positioned himself directly behind Jill. After grabbing Jill’s hips in both hands, in one smooth motion he inserted all but two inches or so of his huge dick in Jill’s very wet pussy. Then he proceeded to fuck her like a well oiled machine. He even thought to remove one hand from Jill’s hip closest to us so we could have a good view of him pumping his long cock in & out of Jill’s cunt.

After about five minutes of steadily fucking Jill’s pussy, Jack withdrew his cock. Then without missing a beat, or any preparation other than his cock being lubricated with Jill’s love juice, he inserted it in her asshole.

Jill barely flinched as Jacks’ huge cockhead popped in beyond her anus. Although she did moan slightly from the brief bit of pain it must have caused as it spread her sphincter muscles so abruptly. But once Jack’s cockhead was fully inserted in Jill’s rectum the tone of her moans turned to one of pleasure.

Then ever so slowly Jack pumped his long monster deeper and deeper into Jill’s ass until he was balls deep. Once he was he steadily began to butt fuck her as Jill slammed backwards each time Jack plunged forward. And while she did her big tits looked magnificent swaying back and forth. She was so aroused her nipples were visibly hard and erect. The longest erect nipples I’ve ever personally seen. Had to be nearly an inch in length and stiff as an aroused cock.

Just about the time when I was wondering how Jack could go so long without cumming, Jill either, Jack suddenly withdrew his cock from Jill’s ass. When he did he grabbed it with one hand and soon as he started stroking it he ejaculated. As he did, one cum stream after another shot out of his swollen glan. His ejaculation was so strong the first two or three cumshots sailed straight over Jill onto the blanket. The rest, about three or four more huge cum streams, landed on Jill’s back and bum.

“Wow!”…said Rita. “What a big cumload …and such an intense orgasm. I damn near peed myself from watching you explode like you did Jack.”

Strangely though, Jill didn’t orgasm.

Once Jack was done ejaculating he licked Jill clean of his cum. Then he waded into the stream to clean his dick. While he did Jill stayed positioned on her knees and elbows, which I found odd.

Then as if to satisfy my curiosity about it, Jack while still in the water told Walter and Bill to have at Jill until she orgasmed.

“Are you sure Jack?…Bill asked.

“Of course he’s sure.”…Jill answered for him. “And if you don’t soon I’m going to have to masturbate in order to cum.”

Upon hearing Jill all but begging, Walter and Bill got up and approached her from behind. Bill went first by getting on his knees and after he did he literally rammed his throbbing cock straight into Jill’s pussy. Then he began to fuck her like a three-peckered goat he was so turned on. He humped away for what was only five minutes at best before cumming. And when he did he dumped his entire cumload in Jill’s pussy.

But still no orgasm for Jill.

Once Bill withdrew his cock Walter took his place. But instead of fucking Jill in her cum filled pussy he opted for her asshole. Which he could easily insert his cock after it was fucked by Jack’s much bigger dick.

Come to find out later from Walter, Jill has an asshole one would die for to fuck. His words, not mine. He said it was so inviting to look at while Jill was sucking Jack’s cock he had all he could do to restrain himself from kissing and licking it.

While holding Jill’s hips firmly Walter slammed his cock in & out of Jill’s asshole like it was the first one he ever fucked. All the while Jill rubbed her clit while bucking backwards to meet every forward thrust. So much so she would make a loud slapping sound with her bum cheeks each time they slammed into Walter’s thighs and groin.

Like Bill, Walter was super turned on also and it didn’t take long before he was ready to cum. Just as he did Jill finally orgasmed. And it was an explosive one. She moaned and screeched so loud it scared me at first. And when she did she let loose with a flood of pussy juice that was mixed with the cumload Bill deposited in her.

I don’t know about Jill, but I was exhausted from the “show” batıkent escort bayan she put on and by her explosive orgasm. Damn near orgasmed myself just from watching.

Near the time Walter and Jill were done, Jack came over and sat between Rita and I.

“Jill’s an amazing woman.”…Jack said. Then asked if we enjoyed the “show”.

“Enjoyed it would be an understatement.”…I replied. “Very much so, and you two are truly amazing. I almost orgasmed from watching. From the way you both went at each other there is no doubt you two enjoy “performing” like you do.”

“Me too”…said Rita. “Thank you for “performing” like you did for us. But if you don’t mind me asking, Lacey and I would love to suck your cock for a bit. That’s quite the dick you have and ever since I saw it fully erect I’m been thinking of how much I would like to feel it in my mouth. Lacey too.”

I don’t know where she got the “Lacey too” because it wasn’t from me, but I wasn’t going to contradict her. Truth be known I also was also imagining how such a huge dick like Jack’s would feel in one’s mouth.

“It would be my pleasure to have you two lovely ladies suck my cock.”

With that said Jack stood up directly in front of me. Then without hesitating I got on my knees, grabbed Jack by the ass cheeks and took his already erect cock straight in my mouth. After sizing it up with my lips and tongue I slowly began to bob back & forth on it while sucking furiously.

As big as Jack’s cock looked visually, it felt even bigger in my mouth. To say it was more than a “mouthful” wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

Jack held my head with both hands and then took control by mouth fucking me. He held my head like he would my hips and face fucked me as if he were doing me in the ass or pussy. But very gently.

No way could I take his entire beast in my mouth and/or down my throat. Just enough so the tip of his huge cockhead would enter my throat ever so slightly. Which maybe was about two thirds of his cock. Same as Jill.

As for Jack’s huge cock, it most definitely was the biggest one I’ve ever sucked. Or that face-fucked me. Quite the monster, but not a cock I would like to suck often, or over and over. Just too big. While big is nice at times, something moderate in size as Walter’s 8 inch slender cock is more to my liking.

Eventually I felt someone tapping on my shoulder. It was Rita.

“My turn Lacey. The way you two are going at it, Jack’s going to cum before I get a chance to take his cock in my mouth.”

Since I was getting sore from my mouth being stretched to the limit around Jack’s beast I released him. Soon as I did Rita took my place in front of Jack, and like me took his cock straight into her mouth.

Jack repeated the same scenario with Rita by holding her head and gently mouth fucking her. Only difference, Rita was able to take more of his huge dick in her mouth and throat than I could. It actually never entered my throat. Only barely. But I swear there were times Rita tried, or at least took it partially in hers.

After about five minutes of steadily fucking Rita’s mouth as she was lipped locked on his cock, Jack began to groan. Question was, where was he going to cum.

As though to answer it, Rita grabbed him by the ass and pulled him forward into her mouth as deep as she could without hurting herself. When he did he literally exploded and let out a load moan as one cum stream after another shot into Rita’s throat. Then surprisingly Rita orgasmed. Something I sometimes also do when I suck cock. Usually just as it explodes and starts gushing semen. When Rita did she released a flood of pussy juice, which flowed down her inner thighs and onto the blanket.

Rita ended up taking what seemed like a good half dozen cum shots down her throat. All hungrily and willingly.

As soon as Jack was done ejaculating he slowly withdrew his dick from Rita’s mouth. But not before Rita managed to suck any residual cum from his still swollen glan. When she was done Jack’s cock fell out of Rita’s mouth like a snake. Semi-hard but still a good 9 inches in length. What a huge cock. Even when limp.

The rest of us couldn’t applaud enough when Rita was done. While both Jill and I thought we were good at sucking cock, we weren’t in the same class as Rita. A cock sucking super star for sure.

Wow was all I could think to myself. What an afternoon it turned out to be. Incredible how a simple walk in the woods evolved into an amazing day.

We all took a quick dip in the stream to freshen up before dressing and departing in opposite directions. But not before we all hugged and kissed, and thanked each other for a most memorable afternoon. Plus we promised to keep in touch and to have another get together in the not too distant future.

The End.

———————–

Epilogue:

Even though the three day weekend wasn’t quite over I thought Part 5 here would be a perfect place to end the series. It would be hard to top what transpired on our hike that day and it was definitely the high point of the long weekend in many ways.

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Helena and I rode in silence. My thoughts were back in the sacred space where Ana and I had loved so recently. I could still smell her, taste her. I wanted to be with her so badly that I ached.

But duty called.

My fate was not to be the concubine of the Padishah that those who picked me had planned; no, it was something far stranger, and more strenuous. I had become his ‘little Vizier.’ I had moved from being his amusing story-teller to his confidential adviser. There was much he needed to know.

As we approached Damascus, I heard a trumpet call from the ramparts. Flags were flying.

Passing through the great gate, we pulled up our horses, seeing a posse approach us.

‘Pixie Rahab! You are alive! The message was real!’

I saw the smiling face of Jess, accompanied by guards.

She threw her arms round me.

‘How, how? We were sure you were dead.’

‘It takes more than a few assassins to wipe me out, darling,’ I joked.

‘I can’t believe it. We got your message to the Padishah.’

She hugged me again. In truth, it was so good to see her, that I wept. She followed suite.

‘Silly goose,’ she giggled, tearfully, ‘it is just I was so, so sad.’

I introduced her to Helena, telling Jess that she was one of those who had saved me.

Jess smiled, and thanked her profusely.

I asked her the obvious question.

‘And how did His Highness take it?’

‘He was devastated. He sent soldiers back, but they reported only that there had been a fire and there were dead bodies. He was so relieved when he got your note, that is why the flags are flying.’

I was happy to hear that the Sultan had missed me, but my intuition was telling me that Jess was not the same. She was glad to see me, relieved I was alive, but somewhere there was a reservation. But as we entered the Palace there was a huge flurry of activity, and the thought was lost; for then.

Striding toward me was the Padishah himself.

‘Rahab! It was the will of Allah! A miracle!’

With that, he picked me up, whirled me round, and kissed me on the lips.

‘And who is this with you? A great warrior?’

As he said it, Helena unwrapped her turban, revealing her woman’s face.

‘What is this? An Amazon? My little Vizier, you never cease to surprise me. We shall order a celebration. She who was lost is found! But come, tell me how you did it?’

Still carrying me, he took us both to his private chamber, ordering food and drink. Setting me on the stool next to him, he bade me tell him all, while Helena sat by me.

I did, but not all.

I omitted to mention the tomb of the Emperor, confining myself to telling him that a group of warriors who opposed the fanatical Islamists had saved me, quietly giving the impression that Helena was their leader. I described the battle, telling him of the treachery beşevler escort of the Guard. He swore a great oath that they would all die, painfully; they did. He was a man of his word.

His pleasure in my survival was palpable. It filled me with joy.

He thanked Helena, telling her to choose her reward. I answered for her:

‘Highness, I think the best gift would be to let the warriors have support from your troops.’

I told him of the morning’s battle, and he listened with interest.

‘Helena, I am pleased with your valour, and what arms you need, and what ever treasure, I offer you. Rahab is right, you are of more use to me than my regular troops in this matter of the Assassins.’

She bowed. He asked one of the guards to take her to the armoury, promising to give her a place of honour at our celebration feast on the morrow.

When she had gone, we talked long into the evening, and he drew from me all that I cared to reveal.

The Sultan was pleased that I had the presence of mind to have destroyed the chancery papers, and we discussed the arrangements for tomorrow’s great ceremony of homage. All the local religious groups would pledge their allegiance, and the Al-Amadins and the Shihabs would declare that their old enmity was gone, while old Bashir would see that the spoils of office were distributed properly. Apart from the intimates of the old rebel Amir, everyone would, we hoped, be happy.

Revenge was swift and merciless.

The wrath of the Padishah was visited upon those who had sought to encompass my death. The Commander of the Guard was handed over to the torturers, whose expertise swiftly uncovered the names of other conspirators. Though the mountain fastness of the Assassins could not be directly assaulted without a siege, the neighbouring villages were destroyed, and the crops with them. Equipped and funded by the Padishah, with aid from his troops, the Bodyguard took on the weakened Assassins in their own fastness, driving them from it and slaughtering many; the remnant escaped into the bleak mountains; but for now, their power was broken, utterly broken.

All that lay in the future, but even as the Guards were being dealt with, the Sultan summoned the instigator of all of their treachery to the Palace. The Grand Mufti of Jerusalem seemed unhappy to be called to the presence.

Mufti Hassoun would never have won a prize for the richness of his smile. A great, fat man with an untidy beard, his vicious, nasty face bore witness to his character. He was scowling when he entered, paid obeisance in a cursory fashion, and when he saw me, protested.

‘It is not fitting, Highness, that a mere woman should be present.’

Standing to his full height, the Sultan glared at the Mufti.

‘What is not fitting, you son of a whore, is that you drag your lard-like balgat escort form in here and pay me no honour, and that you seek to kill my little Vizier.’

The Mufti spluttered, his face growing red with fury.

‘This is an outrage,’

‘You are the outrage, you traitor, and one more word from you and you will be eating your testicles before I have you flayed alive.’

The Padishah spoke with the voice of Othman, the founder of the dynasty. For a moment raw power stood forth. Here, indeed, was the Lord of all the world.

The Mufti went to speak … and thought better of it,

‘As I speak, my soldiers are decimating your men. One in every ten is being killed. Treason has its rewards. And, you tub of lard, if you think that being the Mufti will save you, let me tell you that if necessary I will lay every stone of Jerusalem low, and have you crucified naked in a pig pen. Try not my patience, old man. You will find it is at an end. I am the Caliph, and if you want me to call the world of Islam to destroy you and your fanatics, you can have the martyrdom you would thereby seek. Do you understand me, you worn out shoe?’

As he stood there, tall in his righteousness anger, I could feel the Mufti’s fear; the redness of anger on his face replaced by a pallor. If the man feared he was moments from death, he was correct.

‘Now, begone you shit heap, and let me see and smell you no more.’

The Sultan waved his hand, and the Mufti backed out.

I clapped my hand with delight.

‘Highness, in you is the power of Othman reborn.’

He smiled down from his great height.

‘Now for your idea, little one.’

The next person to enter was Rabbi Judah ben Samuel, the leader of the Jewish community in the region. Tall, slim, his old face deeply lined, his beard long and white, he was a famous scholar and a man of peace. He had led the Jews for nearly forty years. He bowed low, kissing the ring of the Padishah.

Looking across to me, he said:

‘I see you have one of our daughters with you Highness, I am happy to see you practice what your Prophet preached, that all peoples of the Book are to be respected. I thank you with all my heart, and assure you of the loyalty of my community.’

The Sultan beamed, motioning the Rabbi to sit.

‘She is my little Vizier, and she has advised that we speak, Teacher. I am disposed to grant to your people the right to pray at the Wall of the great temple of Solomon; she says that is a great desire of yours.’

The Rabbi was speechless for a moment.

‘Highness!’

He prostrated himself at the Sultan’s feet. I could hear the sobs.

‘Arise, Teacher, you have deserved well of the Padishah, and for that sake, and the sake of my little Jewess, I shall give you your heart’s desire.’

Rabbi Judah openly wept as he batıkent escort stood.

‘For this, you shall be blessed by the One God we all worship, Highness. You will have no more loyal people outside your own faith than the Jews.’

The Sultan laughed.

‘You are a good deal more loyal than some who claim to love the Prophet. Go, my friend, and I shall make the announcement. The Jews can once more worship on the site of their ancestors, I have spoken!’

The Rabbi smiled at me, and I smiled back.

Once he had gone, I was profuse on my thanks.

‘It is typical of you my little one that when I asked you to name your reward, you asked for nothing for yourself.’

I thanked him.

The audiences were at an end, and I could, finally, seek out Jess, who had not been there during the night, a fact that puzzled me.

Back at our quarters I discovered the reason.

As I entered her apartments I heard a noise and stopped.

Through the curtains I could see her, naked, with another, also naked. They were on the couch, each had her sex above the face of the other. I could see Jess dipping her face between the thighs of the other woman, and, to judge from her sighs, she was giving full satisfaction. The same seemed true of the other woman, whose face was hidden between Jess’s thighs. I could see only that she was shapely. They lapped hungrily at each other.

Jess rose, gyrating her hips on the face of the other woman, whose breasts were full, with brown nipples swollen, her open sex glistening.

‘Eat me out you whore, eat me.’

Jess was squeezing her nipples, her face in ecstasies of passion.

She then dived back to eat the sex of the other woman, devouring it as though she had not tasted anything like it for an age. I could see her fingers buried deep, moving in and out, wet with her juices.

Their bodies moved, the other woman turned the tables, Jess on the couch, straddling her face. As she rose I recognised Ayesha, the companion of the Princess, to whom Jess had shown the delights of Sapphic love. She was clearly a neophyte of great enthusiasm.

As I watched I was aware of two feelings: jealousy, and a wetness between my thighs. The one was more reasonable than the other.

She was my Jess, my mind screamed, I had bought her, I had made her what she was, she was mine. How dare she cavort with that whore? But then I stopped myself. What had I spent yesterday doing? I had hardly been faithful. Indeed I had told her that our relationship was not monogamous, so how could I protest when she took me at my word?

And then, oh my goodness, the sight of their two naked bodies entwining, giving pleasure each to the other, made me damp between my thighs. I wanted to touch myself, but reflected that most likely, Jess would not give me permission where I to ask; she liked to deny me, as much as I liked being denied.

So I stood, in silence, watching, getting wetter as they pleasured each other to a shuddering joint climax.

After, they rested in each others arms. It was a touching sight, so to say.

Silently, I withdrew back to my own quarters; my mind in a whirl.

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Over the past year I have started thinking about men. My time with women hasn’t worked out very well and thoughts of men have entered my mind. I had no idea on how to go about it. I see ads online, but I would rather meet first and talk if I could. I decided to go to a gay club one weekend. It was more to check out the lifestyle than anything else.

That Saturday night I entered a local club some miles from where I live. There didn’t seem to be much going on, to be honest. A couple of guys were drinking beer at the bar. That was it. I ordered a draft and sat down at a table. I didn’t have to wait long until a man walked up to where I sat.

“Mind if I join you?”

I didn’t mind at all. This guy was a few years older than me and was good looking in my book. He pulled up a chair and told me his name was Chris.

“It’s your first time here, isn’t it?” He asked me.

I said it was. Chris said he hadn’t ever seen me before and he knew most of the regulars.

“Are you having thoughts about the gay lifestyle?” He asked.

I think my face got red. I told him that men had been on my mind lately. Chris smiled and asked if I wanted to go to his place for a talk. I was sure Chris had more than talking on his mind, but I said sure. We left and got into our cars. I followed Chris back to his apartment. When we entered Chris’s place he turned to me and pulled me close to his body. I got my first kiss from a man. I could smell his cologne and that kiss turned me on.

“I am sorry, but I am so horny tonight. I just had to do that,” he escort bahçelievler said.

Hell, my cock was stirred in my pants. I just let Chris lead me along. He was soon pulling my shirt off and he managed to get my pants and underwear down to the floor. Chris then stripped down for me. I had to be completely honest. I had never seen a big cock like that before in real life. His dick hung almost to his knees. I was getting a little scared thinking of what he had planned for me. Once we were naked Chris led me back to his bedroom. We got onto the bed and Chris got me worked up.

Chris took my cock in his mouth and was working up and down my root. I am just a normal six inches or so. Nothing like what Chris was packing. After he made my cock hard with his mouth, Chris got onto his knees and he stroked his cock as I watched him. I soon saw what his erect dick looked like. I wanted it, but I was scared of what he was going to do to me.

“Just relax and I will do the rest,” he told me.

Chris reached over for a tube of lube he had on a table. I watched him apply the cream to his dick. Chris then spread my legs and pushed them back to my chest. I held my breath as I felt his mushroom probing my opening. Here it was. I was going to take a man’s cock. Chris didn’t bother to put a condom on. I was a little concerned, but I didn’t want to kill the moment. I felt his head pushing in past my rim. I grunted and moaned as he began to fill my bottom with his cock.

Damn, did that hurt. Chris went slow as he escort balgat entered me, but he was so fucking big. I think he only managed to get halfway into me. That was when the fucking began. I had my knees press to my chest as Chris took my ass. He slowly worked his way further into my bowels. I was amazed that I finally had his cock inside me the whole way. I could feel his sacs resting on my ass as Chris stopped to let me catch my breath.

That was when the pounding started. Chris took my virgin hole that night. If that was what being used meant, then Chris used me as his boy toy. I watched as he drove his hips into me. I was somehow taking that enormous prick all the way inside my ass. There was a point where pain turned into pleasure. This is what I had fantasized about all these months. I wanted to be fucked by a big dick and now it was happening. I was so fucking tight. Maybe it seemed like I was milking Chris’s cock from the beginning.

“Oh fuck, I need you deep Chris,” I blurted out.

Chris pounded me harder if that was possible. I was his bitch that night in bed. I wanted to be used and I got my wish. Chris was pushing into me the whole way, letting me feel how big he was and then pulling out, just leaving the tip of his cock inside me. I think this was his way of turning me into his cock whore. Well it worked. Chris must have fed me for well over an hour there in his bed.

It finally came to the time where I felt Chris’s body tense up. I should have told him to pull out, but I needed to feel him explode escort batıkent inside my greedy ass. Chris blew his sticky load into my man pussy. I squeezed his rod as he kept firing more of his goo inside my body. I could feel the heat of his hot sauce as it coated my ass walls. I just held on and let Chris feed me his entire length. Chris lasted far longer than I could have imagined. He must have cum inside me for a good twenty minutes.

Eventually he slowed down and I felt him growing soft. Chris pulled his cock out and rested it on my belly. I looked down to see that snake of a cock still spitting cum on my chest. I thought I might pass out from the fucking I took,

“Did you enjoy your first time?” Chris asked me.

I told him I was wiped out completely. I never suspected that making love to another man was quite like this. Chris just laughed and told me I would enjoy it more once I was accustomed to taking him. I didn’t think I would ever get used to a cock of that size. I did stay the night with Chris. The following morning Chris had me again. This time I mounted his pole and rode his huge dick.

I still had Chris’s cream in me and that did make it easier to take. Nonetheless Chris took me hard one more time. As I slammed down onto his cock Chris brought his ass up to meet me. I think I screamed louder this time around as Chris really broke my ass in. I bounced up and down on his pecker as that giant cock abused my ass. Chris did seed me again that morning. I was shocked at how much cum he still had to give me. His load spilled out of my hole when he finally finished up having me.

Chris and I get together on a regular basis now. It looks like there won’t be any women in my life for the foreseeable future. I somehow am able to take Chris’s cock deep in my ass and that is how Chris wants this lover to handle him.

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My first sexual feeling I can remember was watching an old black and white television programme in which a secretary was sitting on her bosses lap and smoking a cigarette. From that day on I have always associated females smoking with sex.

My next association of sex and smoking was when I was at secondary school. I would go to collect a friend on the way to school and as he was never ready his mum always asked me in. She always had a dressing gown on and had a cigarette alight. I would always see quite a lot of thigh and if I was really lucky a glimpse of breast, although I could quite clearly see the outline and shape of her tits. I often wanked at the thought of her letting me see her naked and smoking a cigarette.

After a family party my eighteen year old cousin gave me my first wank and as she smoked this was yet another association between sex and smoking. The thing that really got me hooked was one summer I had been invited to stay for a couple of weeks at friends of my parents. It was there that the female friend of my parents who I called Auntie Maureen seduced me and introduced me to sex. Auntie Maureen introduced me to a friend of hers who I was told to call Auntie Jean. This is what happened.

Auntie Maureen, Auntie Jean and I were sitting in the garden. We had already been talking about sex when I watched in amazement as Auntie Jean took out a cigarette and put it between her bright red lips. She lit it and sexily blew the smoke out through her bright red lips and stared at me. I noticed at the same time that she had bright red nail varnish on. Auntie Maureen said, ‘Watch Auntie Jean sexily smoke that cigarette and imagine that was your cock in Auntie Jeans lips, don’t you wish that Auntie Jean was sucking the spunk out of your cock.’

Auntie Maureen was now stroking my cock while talking to me about Auntie Jean. Auntie Jean looked very sexy as she inhaled on the cigarette and blew the smoke towards me through her lovely red lips. Her other hand was playing with her cunt and then with the cigarette in between her straight fingers she put both hands down there and pulled her cunt lips apart. The cigarette was only inches from her cunt. Auntie Maureen knew I was going to come soon and said, ‘You mustn’t cum until your two sexy aunties say you can.’ I couldn’t take my eyes of Auntie Jean and she knew it. She stared into my eyes as she stored the smoke inside her mouth and then pursed her lips and exhaled through the wonderfully red sexy lips. Auntie Maureen said to Auntie Jean, ‘You’d better come over here quick Robert’s almost ready to cum.’ I watched as Auntie Jean put out the cigarette and lit another one. I loved the sight of Auntie Jeans red painted nails with a long cigarette between them being put in between her lovely red lips and then seeing the smoke blown through those same lovely red lips. Auntie Maureen was now rubbing my cock very slowly as Auntie Jean knelt between my legs.

She sucked on the cigarette deeply and while the smoke was still in her mouth put my cock in her mouth. The feeling was sensational bahçelievler escort bayan as the hot smoke swirled around my cock. Auntie Maureen was now wanking me off into Auntie Jean’s mouth who was smoking at the same time. I felt the heat from the cigarette as she sucked on it again and drew the smoke into her mouth. The heat was incredible and I loved it. I looked down to the most amazing sight ever as I saw my cock and her cigarette side by side clamped between the sexiest red lips. Auntie Jean only managed three inhales on the cigarette before I was pumping my spunk deep inside her mouth. I have to say the feeling with the heat of the smoke was indescribable.

Auntie Jean sat up and blew the smoke out of her mouth and as she parted her lips my spunk dribble out. Auntie Maureen leaned forward and licked my spunk off of Auntie Jean lips and took it in her mouth and loved the taste.

Auntie Jean told me later that she didn’t always smoke but knew how good it felt when a cock was being sucked off. This happened again on two other occasions during my stay there. Each time Auntie Jean sucked me off into her mouth while her mouth was full of cigarette smoke and then the sight of her exhaling and my cum dribbling out over her delicious bright red lips still has me wanking many years later.

When I started work and travelled by train I made sure I sat in the smoking compartment so I could watch as many females smoking as possible. At about this age I tried cigarettes myself but didn’t like them, but this didn’t diminish my desire to watch females smoking.

In the factory where I worked an office girl in her late twenties used to come down every morning to collect time sheets. First you would hear the clip clop of her high heel shoes on the concrete floor closely followed by the smell of her cigarette. She knew she looked sexy and obviously knew that every pair of male eyes was on her.

As she walked through, the cigarette was held in between her straight fingers and held at her side. But on her way back after she had collected the time sheets, she would inhale deeply and then with her head held high and for everyone to see she would sexily blow the smoke out through her red lips. She knew what effect she was having on everyone and she loved it. Again I had many a wanking session on these images.

My next, and at the moment latest, smoking experience came with the wife of a work colleague of mine. She was a very sexy lady who I shall call June. She had large tits and would do anything as long as it gave her sexual pleasure. We flirted constantly and said almost anything to each other.

I knew she smoked occasionally and although we hadn’t had sex except from a grope and quick wank one afternoon as I gave her a lift home, I asked her to smoke as she sucked me off. She laughed, but a couple of days later said she would. She only worked part time and as we knew her husband would be at work all day we decided one afternoon would be best.

I took a half days holiday balgat escort and called round to her house and she invited me in. I was disappointed as she was still dressed in what she wore to work that morning but was pleasantly surprised when she showed me she hadn’t been wearing any underwear at all that day. As she hoisted her skirt I could see her pussy was decidedly wet.

She said, ‘Right, I know you want to cum in my mouth as I smoke a ciggy but what do I get in return.’

‘Absolutely anything you want,’ I replied. She thought for a couple of seconds and said, ‘OK you can lick my cunt while I have another ciggy.’ The thought of this almost had me cumming before I had started. We went to a spare bedroom. I played with her tits as she undressed and eased a finger inside her. Her cunt was soaking wet.

Needless to say when I took my pants down my cock was standing to attention. She told me to sit on armchair with my legs draped over the side and she knelt on the floor. I reached forward and played with her nipples. She reached for her make up bag and took out her lipstick which she then proceeded to smear thickly on her lips.

She took a cigarette and placed it between her lips and put her arms down beside her. She gave me her lighter and I lent forward and lit it. She inhaled deeply and exhaled down her nose. The cigarette was still clamped tightly between her bright red lips.

I waited for her to lower her mouth to my cock but she didn’t. I looked inquisitively at her and she could see what I was thinking. The cigarette kept burning in her mouth as she inhaled and very sexily exhaled.

She said, ‘Show me what effect I am having on you, show me what you do when you think about me sucking you off, I want to watch you wank yourself off while you’re looking at me smoking and then when you have cum all over my tits you can suck my clit and then I’ll have another ciggy and suck you off.’

I needed no further instructions as I started wanking my cock. I stared at the cigarette hanging out of her mouth. I stared as she inhaled the smoke deep into her mouth and I stared as she sexily exhaled it through her lips and nose. I wanked furiously as she lit another cigarette as the other burned about a quarter down. She blew smoke in my face as my orgasm neared and finally I came over her tits as she sexily exhaled the smoke through her lovely red lips. I lay back recovering when she said, ‘I knew you would cum quickly that’s why I got you to wank so when I suck you off you should last a lot longer, but now its my turn.’

We changed places and she draped her legs over the arms of the chair. Her cunt lips were now wide open and soaking wet. I dived between her legs and heard her light another cigarette. I wanted to watch but knew I had to give her the orgasm she wanted. I licked slowly around her pussy lips and inserted my tongue inside her.

I felt the smoke over the back of my head and neck as she blew the smoke over me. I nibbled her clit and as I reached up to squeeze her nipples batıkent escort bayan I felt her hands and realised she was already playing with them herself. As I felt her getting wetter I knew her orgasm was almost there. She quickly lit another cigarette and smoked furiously as I sucked her clit to the orgasm she needed.

I was amazed as her cunt juice actually squirted over my face. I looked up at her and saw she was still smoking. She looked amazing sexy with her cunt wide apart and soaking wet, one hand still twiddling with a nipple and a exhaling a deep mouthful of cigarette smoke. She admitted afterwards that the smoking had actually increased the strength of her orgasm and that she had only squirted cum juice a few times. I let her recover, as my erection got larger at the thought of what I was about to experience.

I kept remembering Auntie Jean and desperately hoped it was going to be as good as that. I needn’t have worried. She put some more lipstick on and I lay down on the bed and June lay beside me. My cock stood to attention and I watched as she lit her first cigarette. She exhaled through her wonderful red lips and blew the smoke into my face.

After her next inhale she put her mouth over one of my nipples and opened her mouth and I felt the heat from the cigarette on my nipple – it was an exquisite feeling and something I had not thought of before. She did this to the other nipple and then descended down to my cock. I sat up against the headboard and had to watch her in action. With the cigarette dangling between her lips she used both hands and pulled my foreskin back and exposed the sensitive helmet.

Then after a very long inhale she impaled her mouth on my cock and I felt the back of her throat. Her lips clamped tight around my cock so no smoke could escape. The heat on my sensitive helmet was unbelievable. I have never felt anything so good.

I almost came there and then.

She exhaled through her nose and I felt the smoke around my balls – absolutely wonderful. Now yet another deep inhale and again the heat was incredible. Her other hand was now wanking me slowly and I told her to slow down. She was right earlier when she said I would cum too quick if I hadn’t wanked myself off. She repeated this three more times before deciding she needed a new cigarette.

Now she stopped wanking me and put the king size ciggy in her mouth and then my cock beside it. She carefully lit it and I instantly felt the intense heat. She left it in her mouth and just kept inhaling until her mouth was totally full of smoke. She was wanking me faster and I knew I was almost there. I had to cum, the pleasure was unlike anything I had ever experience before.

My orgasm was so intense I thought I was never going to stop cumming. June continued inhaling as I pumped all my hot spunk deep inside her mouth. Eventually it subsided and I collapsed on the bed. My last sight as I fell asleep was June exhaling as my spunk dribbled over her lovely red lips.

We repeated this several time over the next few months. June would never let me fuck her but we did almost everything else. Although I ALWAYS came in her mouth as she smoked.

Unfortunately, up to this time this has been my last experience with sex and smoking but if there are any Jeans or Junes out there who find this as exciting as I do please contact me.

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Hey, everybody! It has been a little while since I posted anything to the site. Unfortunately I had hit a serious case of writer’s block on the Girls of Manchester series of stories. I am still working on them, and have gotten quite a bit of work done on that particular series. I am happy to say that there are three stories in that series that are in the works. Two can be read as standalone stories but involve characters from the main story line. The third is a continuation of the main story line involving Elizabeth, Amanda and Kittie. Hopefully I can get those out by year’s end.

This story and the chapters that follow (yes, this is going to be a series too) are something completely new. This first chapter is going to be controversial, I know. Like Girls of Manchester, the actual sex will not come until further along in the story. Chapter 4 or 5 maybe. I tend to write long stories because I love stories with good plot. That influences my writing style heavily. If you are looking for a quickie, my stories are definitely not what you are looking for. If you want plot, buildup, and don’t mind some emotion (or a lot, because I am an emotional person) then you might like my stories. Some people do, some don’t.

Thank you in advance if you decide to read this story, and I look forward to your comments. I always love to read what people have to say, and I always use those comments to try to improve myself as a writer. If you had ever seen some of my earlier attempts at writing (which have never been posted), you probably never would have given these stories a second glance. It took time to develop myself to this point, and I look forward to getting better with the help of your input.

Please bear in mind the latter part of this story will be controversial, and may hit close to home for some of you as it does me.

This story is not intended for viewing by anyone under the age of 18 or the applicable laws or statutes where you reside. You assume all risk in continuing to read this story. If the subject matter offends you, feel free to hit the back button on your browser.

Thanks again for reading, and I look forward to your comments!

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The night was abnormally cold and clear. Even within the limits of the inner city the starlight pierced determinedly through the haze created by the combination of lights and car exhaust. It was a beautiful night. The wind blew crisply along the streets, the buildings along the streets creating wind tunnels that whipped the hair of the two figures walking hand in hand along the street. With each blast of cold air, they both used their free hands to gather their coats as close to their bodies as possible. This vain attempt to preserve some manner of heat was merely a means of trying to survive. In the inner city, for people like them, survival was always the number one priority.

Anne led her daughter by the hand, occasionally stopping at shop windows. At each stop, her six-year-old daughter would go wide-eyed with wonder at the things she saw. Anne couldn’t help but smile at the exuberance and childish joy of young Layla. Her daughter had not yet reached the age where the reality of their situation had fully sunk in to her youthful mind. Anne knew that it was only a matter of time before Layla finally would be able to get a grasp of their situation and the knowledge would crush the spirit out of the young girl. She would finally come to realize what her mom did to help keep the little food they received in their stomachs, and the mediocre shelter that an overhang outside of a long-abandoned inner-city warehouse provided them. Her daughter did not yet understand the true meaning of homelessness. Anne knew she was simply running out of time before she would no longer see that spark of joy in her daughter’s eyes. The only thought that scared her more was that something would happen to her, and her daughter would be left alone, defenseless.

It was these moments, one of the few times she was able to indulge slightly in Layla’s childish desires, that she treasured the most. She had managed to get enough cash off of her last few clients to be able to afford a hotel room for the week of Christmas, just days away. They would be able to splurge a little and have good food, buy some new clothes, and watch the Christmas movies like she did with her mother when she was Layla’s age. The thought of her mother sent waves of sadness coursing through her mind as her daughter jumped up and down, positively squealing about something she saw in a department store window. Apparently, Layla had not noticed and Anne was at least happy for that much. There was little that got her daughter’s spirits down yet.

Anne, on the other hand, was a completely different story. She was born into a lower middle-class family in the suburbs. They had moved that way to get as far from the problems of the inner city as possible. She had gone to school and graduated. She had been planning to go to college with bahçelievler escort some of her high school friends. They would go to school during the day, then party and get drunk at night. They would get boyfriends and learn to live on their own, free of the oppressive stuffiness of their parents’ homes. At least that had been the idea at the time. A month after graduation, she started feeling nauseous. It had become a regular thing. She was often moody and sore. Her mother had taken her straight to a CVS store nearby and bought a pregnancy test. The results were positive. Her parents had gotten angry with her. They had no means to take care of a baby as well as her, and she had been on the cusp of leaving the house.

The questions came left and right. How would she shelter the baby? How would she feed it, clothe it? How would she be there for her child when she had to go to classes? Who would look after the baby during those times? What would Anne’s 8 year old sister think and do having to compete with a baby for attention and resources? With each question, the only answer she could think of in her mind was ‘I need you’. As the tirade got more heated, it became evidently clear that they refused to provide any support for a child born outside of marriage. It was a sin, she was a sinner. She was bringing misery down upon the whole family. They demanded the only logical thing they could think of given their anti-abortion stance. She would give the baby away.

Anne looked down at her daughter, still pointing at the window, the words coming enthusiastically from her daughter’s mouth practically unheard by her. She attempted a smile, and her daughter quit pointing. Layla walked to her mother and threw both arms around Anne’s waist, burying her face in her mother’s waist.

“Don’t be sad, mommy.” Layla said pleadingly.

Anne heard her clearly that time, and wiped at her face. She had been crying and her daughter had noticed. Anne started to tremble in tearful anger as she bent down to return Layla’s affection. She laid her chin on her daughter’s shoulder as a few silent tears managed to make their escape. She cursed her parents in her thoughts, unwilling to say those things out loud that would turn her daughter against them. How could they ask her to give up such a precious thing, a precious gift? Her daughter was the sole light left in her world, a mighty bulwark against the dark thoughts that constantly tried to invade her mind. With one smile, her daughter always managed to banish those thoughts away. Her daughter was kind-hearted, exceedingly generous, and far too trusting of everybody. She was the personality type that everyone would try to take advantage of. That worried Anne.

She pulled back from Layla’s embrace and looked at her daughter’s tearful face. She truly was a God-sent little angel. She wiped away her daughter’s tears and then her own before giving her daughter a beaming smile. She took her daughter’s hand and warily led her inside of the store. She had been asked on several occasions before what it was like to be homeless and a mother. The answer, she guessed, was not entirely satisfactory for them. How could they understand what it was like to be homeless and raise a precocious, but precious young girl into the world? When they finished their interview, she was left with twenty dollars and standing in line at a McDonald’s so she could buy the first meal she and her daughter would have in two days.

The men who interviewed her had left rather brusquely when everything was over, climbing into expensive luxury cars and driving away wearing clothes expensive enough that their suit jackets alone would clothe both her daughter and herself for a full year. The woman, who she guessed was their assistant, was similarly attired and drove a similarly expensive car. Yet the woman seemed to actually care, taking some time to chat with her and her daughter over lunch. Layla had been enthusiastic about the conversation. She pointed out every bird and squirrel she could see, and the woman had been patient and attentive to the little girl’s childish attentions. Anne could see that look in the woman’s eyes. It was not a sadness, really. It looked the same, but there are subtle differences between sadness and pity. It is all in the eyes. Pity would not feed Layla.

As Anne stood in the doorway of the department store, the well-worn clothes that she and her daughter possessed immediately marked them as different- so did the smell. The inner city had a stench, a stink to it that normally could be washed out. After a period of exposure, however, the smell seemed to permanently attach itself to cloth and person like an invisible appendage. The looks of condescension given by employees and other store patrons were almost too much for her to bear. Yet she swallowed her pride and followed her daughter around to the display case where the item her daughter had been completely enamored with outside became abundantly balgat escort clear. Anne couldn’t help but smile at Layla as she hopped up and down in youthful enthusiasm, pointing once more at the small stuffed teddy bear. Anne’s heart melted completely and she reached out to touch the stuffed toy, watching her daughter gaze at her with pure joy as Anne’s fingers made contact with the plush animal.

She picked up the teddy bear, gazing at it for a moment before Layla started pleading to be able to hold it. Anne giggled, her daughter’s enthusiasm affecting her thoroughly. She held it out to her daughter when a voice sounded from behind her.

“Can I help you with something?”

Anne turned around to see a burly middle-aged man standing behind her, next to him was another, older man who was dressed in a fashion to tell her that he was someone important in the store. She looked at the name tags they both wore and her heart sank immediately. The tag on the almost-regally dressed man read Store Manager, while the brutish, dour-looking man had a tag that read Loss Prevention Associate.

“Yes, I was looking to buy this teddy bear for my daughter.” Anne said meekly, gesturing toward the silent six-year-old who was busily stroking the fake furry critter in her arms with the love and affection only a young girl could produce.

“Do you understand how expensive that teddy bear is?” The Store Manager scoffed, barely audible to even Anne. He was eyeing the dirty clothing of his daughter, obviously concerned that they could not pay for the toy and her daughter getting it blemished. The look of disgust on his face was evident from the inner-city stench that wafted from the clothing of mother and daughter, his nose crinkled.

“Yes, and I fully intend on paying for it.” Anne replied, her anger over this brash treatment rising to the surface. She glanced over at her daughter who had stopped her stroking long enough to listen to the conversation and walk so that she was directly in front of the man.

“Yeah, my mommy got some money. So we are going to have a lot of food, and new clothes. We are even going to stay someplace nice for a few days, right mommy?” Anne smiled at Layla’s straight-forwardness. Her daughter had a bad habit of talking to complete strangers as if she knew them all of her life. She looked up to the Store Manager who was looking at his daughter with a look she had gotten well used to- complete disgust. She fought to keep her anger in check. She understood society had a lot of prejudice towards the homeless, and she knew they had been figured out. She could take the looks, the whispered conversations. What she could not take was other people treating her child in the same manner. Her daughter had not made the choice to be homeless, she had had no say in it. It was not her fault. Yet the Store Manager backed away from his daughter with a look of condescension as though he had encountered a mangy dog begging for a scrap of food.

“Let’s go Layla. We will buy the toy and leave.” She said this more to the Store Manager than her daughter, and took her daughter firmly by the hand and made her way towards the cash register. Out of the corner of her eye she could tell the Store Manager was following them, and the other man was firmly planted in front of the door.

She became self-conscious again as she approached a young woman barely into her twenties at the cash register. The woman’s eyes held a bored, defeated look that she knew all too well. She hoped that this woman would at least try to be understanding, some validation for her humanity and her daughter’s. Nothing. The woman barely even looked up except a single glance to let her know that this was a mere job. The woman handed the animal to Layla who squealed with delight as Anne handed a twenty-dollar bill to the cashier. That money would have fed them both for a week, and she was sure she would regret it later until she looked over at her daughter’s look of love and adoration for the small toy.

Anne’s mind was changed immediately as she watched her daughter’s reaction. In the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but think of something she was once told about life being a series of moments. The drastic turn in her life was all the evidence she needed of that. So if life was nothing more than a series of moments, she wanted as many of those to be as good as possible for her little angel. How often did she have the time and money to give her daughter what she desired? Almost none. This was special, and she wanted her daughter to have a memorable time over the next week.

After the cashier handed her the change Anne took hold of Layla’s hand, and made her way towards the front door where the Store Manager was waiting next to sour-puss. She put on her most indignant look possible as she opened the door and walked past the two men who were obviously doing their best to look as bored as possible. She glanced at them with anger in her eyes batıkent escort as she finally stepped out and once more hugged her jacket close to her in the bitter cold. It was still fairly early in the evening and she had already paid for the hotel earlier that day. She had paid a fortune, nearly four hundred dollars for a week of luxury before they would have to head back to the warehouse and try to survive yet another brutal winter. Her daughter was worth it. Her daughter was worth every penny spent. Yet more spending needed to be done. Her daughter’s clothes, hers as well, were nearly threadbare.

She spied a low budget clothing store down the street and walked slowly, her daughter following closely behind. Anne was not in any particular hurry as all of the stores in this area of town were on extended hours for this final weekend of sales before Christmas. She was taking in the sights and smells as though for a change she was living a normal life. Her daughter would be the beautiful princess and Anne the knight in shining armor fending off the dragons. They would be the dynamic duo. They were anything but a homeless woman caring for a street urchin born on the inner-city streets. In her little daydream, the Christmas lights may have as well been spotlights capturing the beautiful bond between mother and daughter as they walked down a red carpet. Yes, that was what her daughter deserved. She glanced behind her to see Layla almost completely distracted by the teddy bear. Anne smiled and grabbed Layla by the hand, leading her along so they wouldn’t be separated.

Layla picked up her pace, leading her straight to one of the Salvation Army Santa’s ringing a bell on the corner. Layla jumped up and down in excitement and pulled Anne along the sidewalk. Anne quickly lost her grip on the exuberant young girl and watched her speed off towards the “Santa Claus”. She laughed out loud at her daughter’s enthusiasm, a wide grin plastered across her face.

Suddenly, a figure stepped directly in front of her, blocking her view of her daughter.

“Anne, you have customers. They are willing to pay triple. I want you to take them and show them the sights.”

“Hello Mike.” Anne said, clearly not too enthusiastic to run into her boss. Mike was a broad-shouldered man with a chip on his shoulder, and a personality that was brutal. Crossing Mike usually meant a horrible beating. He ran a prostitution ring, held onto several blocks of downtown as his personal fiefdom for drug sales, theft and carjacking. If there was a crime on the books, the chances were Mike had broken it. Anne chanced a glance over his shoulder toward her daughter who was busy talking to the guy in the Santa Claus suit. Mike followed her gaze.

“Look, Anne, I know you wanted some time away for you and your daughter-“

“Starting tonight and through next weekend. This was going to be special. My baby needs it, Mike. Please? I just can’t do it. I bought the hotel, and I can’t have my baby all by herself somewhere.”

“I will watch her while you take care of them.” Mike said with a leering smile.

“Over my dead body.” Anne said through gritted teeth, pushing against his shoulders.

“Just remember this, bitch. I tried to look out for you, all I asked was you look out for me in return. Remember this.” Mike said as he backed away with a dangerous-looking smile on his face. She watched until he disappeared around a corner then walked up to where her daughter was apparently pestering the man with her questions. The man was obviously trying to humor her, but her questions were endless.

“Santa, why do elves were green and not red like you? Why does Rudolph’s nose glow? Is Jack Frost real? Did one of your elves really fight a snow monster? Can elves have babies?”

On and on she went, and Anne knew she would not leave the obviously flustered man alone until she intervened.

“Layla, sweetie, why don’t you tell Santa what you want for Christmas so he can go back to trying to help people?” Anne offered. The man looked at her with kind relief in his eyes. The man got down onto one knee and let the bouncing little girl sit on his leg.

“So, Layla is it?”

Layla nodded, her eyes wide in wonder.

“Mommy, he knows my name!” the girl shouted excitedly.

“Yes, missy. I know your name. Tell me. Have you been a good little girl this year?”

“Yes!” Layla shouted as she bounced on the man’s leg. “Mommy needs me to be a good little girl.”

“Yes, she does.” The man said. “It is so nice of you to think of your mother. Mom’s have the hardest job in the world, do you know that?”

“Does it pay a lot?” Layla asked with confusion written all over her face. If mommies had the hardest job, why doesn’t her mommy make a lot of money? The six year old pondered this question as the Santa laughed.

“What would you like for Christmas, Layla?” he asked, still chuckling.

“What I want for Christmas?” Layla asked.

“Yes.”

“I can ask for anything I want?” Layla asked, sudden serious.

Anne was dreading what Layla might ask for. She was scared she could never provide what Layla was wanting most. She watched as Layla seemed to ponder the question very hard. She watched as her daughter’s face lit up suddenly.

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This story was inspired by a cute vignette I ran across on one of the popular X-rated video sites. Please do me the favor of rating the story when you’re finished reading it.

All the characters, locales and situations in this story are entirely fictitious, and any similarity to actual persons either living or dead is entirely coincidental. All characters involved in sexual situations are intended to be over eighteen years of age.

Billy’s Special Day – A 19 year-old sorority girl takes pity on a campus groundskeeper she mistakenly believes is mentally handicapped.

© Hugh Janard 2017

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I moved the rake listlessly back and forth, back and forth, occasionally looking up to take in the veritable ocean of dead leaves that stretched before me. The depressing reality of my situation seemed to press down on me like a 100 lb. barbell strapped to my shoulders.

How had it come to this, with me now forced to scratch out a meager living as a campus groundskeeper? Two years ago I was riding high, with a new car, ritzy apartment, cute girlfriend, and plenty of money in the bank. During those heady days it was all too easy to ignore the inconvenient fact that I was playing with dynamite.

My extravagant lifestyle certainly had nothing to do with my “official” job, as a shipping clerk for a company that sold electronic gear online. Rather, it was due to my moonlighting as a dealer of high potency marijuana and hashish. I had great connections along with a satisfied and growing clientele – I had every confidence I could make myself a quick bundle and retire at a young age. And then it all went to shit.

Somebody I trusted set me up, that much was clear, and so it was that on a cold February evening I found myself handcuffed in the back of a police cruiser, the comfortable life I’d been leading suddenly gone forever. Eighteen months in a minimum security prison followed. And now I was living in a halfway house for parolees, forced to work in a menial job for peanuts in order to avoid going back to prison to serve out the remainder of my four year term. The world now seemed like a giant shit sandwich, of which I was forced to eat a generous-sized portion every single day.

**** **** ****

My melancholy reflections were rudely interrupted when someone cleared their throat not two feet away from me. I visibly flinched, and quickly turned to face my unexpected visitor. It was one of the girls from the campus sorority house, whose front lawn I was presently working on. A very pretty redhead, who was wearing a friendly expression.

“Excuse me,” she said, “I really didn’t mean to startle you. My name is Madeleine – Maddy. And what is your name?” She stuck out her hand, and looked at me expectantly.

I couldn’t quite make out why she was speaking to me in that elaborately slow and condescending voice that adults typically use when speaking to small children, and then I remembered the “Special Olympics” t-shirt I was wearing, something that one of my “hosts” in the halfway house had dug up for me. This sorority babe obviously thought I’d been one of the participants.

“What the hell,” I thought to myself. “Why not play along, and see where it leads? This could be fun.”

I timidly reached out and shook her extended hand. “Hi Miss Maddy, pleased to meet you. I’m Billy.”

I looked her over, while trying not to be too obvious about it. She was about 5’5″, slender and obviously fit, with straight, auburn-colored hair that extended just past her shoulders. She had that very pale complexion you see in most redheads, along with large, expressive brown eyes. She had just a few tiny red spots, undoubtedly the vestiges of a lengthy battle with acne, around her mouth – this in no way spoiled her appearance, but was undoubtedly a source of frustration for her.

Maddy was dressed in a white blouse, with a pleated, red plaid skirt. She also had on black and white saddle shoes, something I hadn’t seen in ages. Was this some kind of uniform of the sorority, I wondered?

Finally I said: “And what can I do for you, Miss Maddy?”

She gave me an indulgent and radiant smile, showing off perfect white teeth. “I hate to bother you, Billy, I can see you have an important job to do. But we just got a new piece of equipment in the exercise room, and I need someone to help me move it into place. Can you help me with that? I’d be happy to pay you a dollar.”

I snickered to myself about that – tuition at this tony institution was at least ten thousand bucks a semester. And Maddy was going to pay me a whole dollar!

But what I said was, “Sure, I’d be happy to help Miss Maddy! And you really don’t have to pay me anything.”

“Thanks, Billy,” she said with a smile. “Right this way.”

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I followed her through the tall double doors into a lobby with a high ceiling. It was a Sunday afternoon, and the place seemed completely deserted. She led me down a hallway that connected to the lobby, escort beşevler and at the very end of it we entered a medium-sized room that had mirrored walls, a padded floor, and a number of obviously expensive pieces of gym-quality workout equipment scattered about – stationary bikes, weight machines, stair climbers, treadmills and the like. There was a very fancy stationary bike with elaborate controls, obviously brand new, sitting right by the doorway.

“Billy, what I want to do is move this” – here she indicated the bike by the doorway – “over to there.” She pointed to an open spot along the opposite wall.

“Sure, no problem Miss Maddy!” I said.

I positioned myself behind the bike, while she stationed herself in front of it. Through a combination of pushing and pulling we were able to move it across the room to the spot she’d indicated with little difficulty.

“Wonderful, Billy!” Maddy enthused. “Now what can I do to thank you if you won’t accept any money?”

I pretended to ponder this. “Could I show you something that’s a great big secret, Miss Maddy?”

“Of course, Billy!” she said encouragingly.

“Okay, but you have to close your eyes,” I said. “And you have to promise you won’t tell anyone!”

“Okay, Billy, I promise.” So saying, Maddy closed her eyes and waited expectantly.

Now, when I’d been pushing the exercise bike I had put my hips right up against it, and the pressure against my loins had caused my dick to begin to swell and stiffen. I was actually surprised Maddy hadn’t noticed. Now I unzipped my pants, took the offending organ out and gave it a few quick strokes, until it was nearly fully erect.

I took a couple of steps forward until I was standing directly in front of her. Then I reached out and gently took hold of her hand.

“Here Miss Maddy, check this out!” I said, as I closed her hand around my swollen tool.

“Billy!” To say that Maddy reacted with extreme shock would be a giant understatement. She jumped back exactly as if I had drawn a sharp knife blade across her palm. “What do you think you’re doing?”

I immediately dropped to my knees and began blubbering. “Please, Miss Maddy! Don’t be mad at me! I thought you’d like it! Miss Covington – she runs the shelter I live at – Miss Covington likes to hold it! I thought you would too!”

Here I held my arms out to her theatrically, imploring her to forgive me. Maddy, recovering from the initial shock, seemed to soften at the mention of the imaginary Miss Covington.

“Has – has someone – a grownup person – told you it was okay to display your penis to people Billy?” Maddy’s tone was actually sympathetic. She obviously thought some unscrupulous person had been taking advantage of me.

“Only when we’re playing our secret game, Miss Maddy! I thought you’d want to play it with me too!” I let my voice trail off into sobs and sniffles.

“Well… you just have to get to know someone awhile before you can play those kinds of games, Billy,” she told me. “But don’t worry, I won’t tell on you.”

“Oh, thank you Miss Maddy!” I was on my knees in front of her, and I looked up at her with relief and gratitude shining from my face. “I wish… I wish you’d just let me do something to show you how grateful I am.”

Maddy sat down on a chair sitting against the wall. “And what would that be, Billy?” My dick, now sadly deflated, was still extending out from the front of my trousers, but she now didn’t seem too concerned about it.

“Let me show you,” I said eagerly, moving on my knees to a position just in front of her. She looked very dubious as I moved in even closer – nevertheless, when I grabbed her right foot and gently pushed it to the side, she obligingly raised her knees and spread her thighs wide apart for me.

Through her white panties I could just make out the dark opening of her cunt, and noticed there was a wet circle on her panties just in front of it. I smiled happily as I raised my hand and began massaging the area directly above that beguiling hole. This was going to be fun.

**** **** ****

I pulled Maddy’s panties off to the side, and with the other hand reached in and began playing with her vulva. After a few moments I looked up at her – her face was flushed, and she was breathing heavily.

“Miss Maddy?” I said politely, “These will just be in the way – let me help you get them off.” So saying, I grabbed hold of the top of her panties at her thighs, and began pulling downward. After a moment of hesitation, she brought her legs together and lifted her butt off the chair. It was hard to get them to pass over her clunky saddle shoes, but I managed it, and gently tossed them aside.

Meantime, Maddy sighed audibly, and once again pulled her knees up and spread her thighs wide. Her cunt was now directly in front of my face and open for inspection. The lips were a deep red and obviously swollen, and her crotch area was covering by a light sprinkling escort balgat of reddish pubic hair. “Oh, Billy,” she moaned softly.

I licked my thumb and ran it slowly up and down the luscious red lips, drawing louder moans from Maddy when I set it on top of her clitoral hood and began wiggling it gently. Then I turned my head slightly to the side and stuck my tongue deep inside Maddy’s warm, wet pussy, wondering idly whether my tongue was long enough to directly stimulate her G-spot. I didn’t think so, but then again there was no harm in trying.

Maddy placed both hands on my head and began massaging my hair with nervous, insistent fingers, as the volume of her moans increased noticeably. I replaced my tongue with my right index and middle fingers, probing for that elusive G-spot, while my mouth began sucking very gently on her clit.

“Billy!” Once again Maddy startled me with the forcefulness of her reaction. She was suddenly on her feet, standing in front of me, and her chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

“Please, Miss Maddy!” I whimpered, looking as if I was ready to burst into tears again. “Please don’t be mad at me! I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

She smiled indulgently. “Oh Billy, you didn’t hurt me! Not at all! It’s just that you almost made me… well, never mind. Anyway, it was so unexpected. I – I wasn’t ready for it, is all.”

“You liked what I did, Miss Maddy?” I asked, sniffling.

“Oh, yes, I loved it Billy!” She grabbed me under the arm and pulled, indicating for me to stand up. When I did, she stood on her tip-toes and kissed me on the lips.

“Billy,” she said, blushing a little. “If you’ll take off your pants and underwear, I’d like to show you just how much.”

“Okay, Miss Maddy!” I said eagerly. I did as she asked, taking off my shoes and t-shirt for good measure. Now I stood completely naked in front of her.

She looked me up and down. “Wow, Billy, you have a very large penis!” she said admiringly. “And it’s so incredibly hard! You know what – girls like it a lot when getting turned on makes a man’s sex organ really stiff like that.”

She began stroking the thick shaft in an affectionate way, then put her other hand on my shoulder and lifted her face up to mine – we kissed again, this time letting our tongues explore each others mouths.

“Now I think it’s time for you to close your eyes, Billy,” she said with a smile. “And believe me, this is a surprise I know you’re going to like very much.”

“Okay, Miss Maddy!” I said, pretending as if I didn’t have the slightest idea what she had in store for me. I closed my eyes as she requested, and a couple seconds later there was the delightful feeling of my dick being partially enveloped by Maddy’s lovely mouth. I moaned softly with pleasure as I reveled in the sensations of my dick making intimate contact with Maddy’s lips and tongue, the roof of her mouth, and even her chiclet-like teeth.

I opened my eyes and looked down, as Maddy – now kneeling before me – engaged in some serious knob-polishing. She seemed determined to deliver a blow job that would beat anything Miss Covington was capable of by a country mile. Thus, she sucked vigorously as she moved her head rapidly back and forth, occasionally poking the head of it into the inside of her cheek, and making it bulge out like a chipmunk.

Finally she paused, and looked up at me. “Do you like that, Billy?” she asked in a completely innocent and nonchalant tone of voice.

“Oh, yes, Miss Maddy!” I cried. “Please don’t stop!”

For the first time Maddy lifted my dick and regarded my shaved balls. “You shave your scrotum, Billy?” she asked in surprise. This obviously didn’t quite fit the picture she clearly had of me as a sexual innocent.

“Miss Covington makes me do that,” I explained hastily. “She says it’s good, um, hy-something, I forget,” I added lamely.

“Hygiene,” Maddy corrected.

“Only she has to do it, because when I tried I cut myself,” I explained. “It really hurt a lot.”

“Oh, poor Billy!” said Maddy. “Here, let me kiss it and make it better.” Here she planted a wet kiss on my wrinkled ball sack, followed by licking and some gentle sucking. Then she went back to working on my cock with renewed vigor. Damn, it felt good – but suddenly, just a little too good.

“Miss Maddy, Miss Maddy!” I said with real alarm. “If – if you keep doing that, I’m afraid it will spit at you!”

Maddy laughed gently, then got to her feet. “Well, we certainly couldn’t have that, could we Billy?” she asked teasingly.

“Miss Maddy, I hope you won’t get mad if I ask, but would you like me to put it inside of you?” I affected a worried expression, as if I expected her to be affronted by the very suggestion.

Maddy stood regarding my prominent member, and appeared to be thinking it over. She had thus far removed only her panties, and was still wearing her blouse, skirt and shoes. Finally she said: “Why yes, Billy, escort batıkent I think I’d like that very much.”

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She quickly unbuttoned her blouse, unhooked her bra, and then reached to her side and undid the clasp for her skirt. Suddenly she was quite naked, except for the saddle shoes. She had perky, medium-sized breasts with pinkish nipples, and an ass that was perhaps a trifle too big, but still looked very hot.

She took me by the hand indulgently. “Come over here, Billy.” She led me over to one of the stationary bikes – not the one I had helped her move – and settled into the seat. There were a pair of side handles that she grabbed onto, then she looked up at me as she spread her thighs apart wide.

You can believe I was not slow in positioning myself in front of her. I grabbed the base of my stiff member, and began slowly moving it up and down, rubbing the head against Maddy’s vulva, and paying particular attention to her hooded clit. She turned her face to the side and closed her eyes, breathing heavily.

Irreverently I remembered a sex manual I’d read in high school, which contained the memorable line: Intercourse proper begins with the insertion of the male’s penis into the female’s vagina. I decided it was high time to follow those excellent instructions, and thus after a final bit of rubbing I inserted the head into the opening of Maddy’s cunt and pushed my hips forward in a slow but forceful fashion.

Watching the stiff, thick shaft of my dick being slowly absorbed by Maddy’s pussy was almost as pleasurable as the sensation of its warm, moist and oh so tight embrace. A month or so earlier I’d fucked one of the other residents of the halfway house, a dark-haired former druggie named Chloe, but her cooter wasn’t remotely as snug, juicy and all around comfortable as Maddy’s. This was premium, Grade-A poon I was dicking, and no mistake.

I continued moving my cock in and out of Maddy’s snatch with slow, rhythmic strokes, but after a minute or so Maddy opened her eyes and gave me a look that seemed almost reproachful. “Billy,” she pleaded, you don’t have to go so slow!”

“Am I doing it wrong, Miss Maddy?” I inquired, doing my best to sound like the clueless neophyte.

Her hips wriggled impatiently. “No, but some girls like it with just a bit more energy than Miss Covington does.” And then, whispering, “Go faster, Billy.”

I began to pump my hips more rapidly, but only by a little. A look of real frustration appeared on Maddy’s face. “No Billy, fuck me hard!”

Neither of us spoke for a few moments, as I began thrusting with purpose, and we were both aware of the rhythmic slapping of my hips on her ass, as well as a wet squishy sound of my dick moving rapidly in and out of her juicy cunt. Maddy closed her eyes and muttered, “Fuck hard!”

I observed Maddy’s upper body, and there was a reddish flush that had descended from her face to her shoulders and the upper part of her breasts. Her ears were literally a crimson red. As I continued to watch my thick staff moving rapidly in and out of her, I noticed it suddenly streaked with that white, foamy girl cum that some women produce when they’re exceptionally aroused. It was clear that Maddy had been overdue for a hard, sweaty, intense fuck. Just exactly what I was giving her, I thought happily.

After awhile I felt I needed some kind of pause, lest I spill my seed prematurely. So I withdrew my dick from Maddy’s pussy, and instead began to rhythmically rub it up and down the length of her red slit. For a few moments she grabbed hold of it, pushing it hard against her clit. Then she looked up at me and inclined her eyes towards a nearby weight machine. Both of us stood up.

Maddy looked vaguely embarrassed. Maybe fucking generally wasn’t this intense for her. Her cunt-hole was ringed with the foamy female cum stuff, which was also running down her leg. It was also all over my dick and my balls. She avoided taking in this messy scene as she walked somewhat shakily towards the weight machine, bent forward and grabbed hold of the frame. There was a lower bar on the frame that she positioned her right foot on, then she looked at me over her shoulder, wearing an expression that clearly said, come and get it.

I stepped behind Maddy confidently, and once again pushed my dick deep inside her tight pussy. This time I didn’t even make a pretext of being gentle. I pounded her ass hard, extracting loud whimpers and grunts of pleasure from her, as the room seemed to reverberate with the insistent whap! whap! whap! sound of my hips slapping hard against Maddy’s buttocks. The foamy stuff was now on my stomach and her ass, and I even saw some drip down to the floor. I had an amusing mental image of some innocent sorority sister wondering what it was. Shaving cream?

After about two minutes of this I drew out, and motioned to the padded floor, where Maddy obligingly lay down on her back. I was getting heartily tired of playing the simpleton. I dropped to my knees in front of her, and she immediately pulled her knees up and opened her thighs for me. I stretched my body out until I was lying directly on top of her, my arms stretched out straight in front of me. Maddy turned her head to the side and placed her hands lightly on my forearms.

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Kelsey had a busy Saturday. After helping with the clean-up at home, she drove over to Raymond’s and spent some time with him. He’d already begun loading up his car, and was going through clothes in his room when she got there. He was nervous about moving to Brooklyn. He grew up in New York State, only five hours away from the big city, but he’d never been there.

“You’re not gonna have a car?” Kelsey said, sounding surprised.

“No. It’s crazy expensive to keep one down there, and I’ll hardly ever use it. I’m gonna drive down with my stuff tomorrow, and then I’ll bring it home next weekend and take the train back.”

“Oh, cool!” Kelsey said. “It’s like an adventure!”

Raymond wished he had some of Kelsey’s childlike enthusiasm for life. Instead, his heart pounded and his pulse raced when he thought about trains and subways and trying to find his way around New York City.

“Me and Brie and Charity are comin’ to visit,” Kelsey said. “You got two roommates, right? How old are they?”

“I don’t know,” Raymond said. “They’re not old I don’t think. A lot of software companies are mostly young people.”

Raymond knew the look in Kelsey’s eyes. He shook his head a little at his wild friend, but he knew one thing — if she and the girls did come visit, it’d get him in solid with his new roommates. He’d be the hero of the geek world.

Kelsey asked Raymond what he thought about her dad and Charity at the party, talking quietly so Raymond’s mother and father wouldn’t hear. Raymond hadn’t really though about Charity going off the deep end, although he had noticed her drinking pretty heavily lately. He thought about his own struggles with emotional attachment. Back around sixth or seventh grade when Kelsey first blossomed into a woman, he desperately wanted to be her boyfriend. They’d already been friends for about ten years, but she was beautiful and popular and he was a geeky nerd. He went through it again right after high school graduation, when Kelsey brought him into the world of naked girls and sex. She took his virginity next to Brie’s pool, after telling him in no uncertain terms it was strictly a friends with benefits kind of thing. Ray was swept away in the magic of it all, but it took him months to eradicate the head-over-heels love he was feeling that night. He was glad he did. As much as they loved each other as friends, he knew Kelsey needed a different kind of man. Someone more like her father.

“I think I’m gonna go over to Brie’s and see what I can find out,” Kelsey said. “Wanna come?”

“No, I’ve gotta stay with Mom and Dad. Mom’s pretty sad that I’m leaving.”

“We all are, Honey,” Kelsey said. She gave Raymond a soft kiss and hugged him. “It’s gonna suck having you gone. Will I see you tomorrow?”

“Can I stop by on my way out of town?”

“Me and Mom will be mad if you don’t,” Kelsey said. She was smiling, but her eyes gave away her sadness.

—

Kelsey drove over to Brie’s and entered through the unlocked front door. Brie and Charity were out by the pool, sunning in the nude the way they often did.

“Hi you guys!” she said brightly, trying to shake off the gloom she felt after watching Raymond pack.

“You’re cheerful,” Brie said, sounding a little hung over. “What did you do, sleep all morning?”

“Hardly,” Kelsey said. “We’ve been washing all of your wet spots out of the bed sheets.”

“Oh, sorry,” Brie said. “I didn’t think about that. We should have come over and helped.”

“No biggie. So, I love that you guys don’t wear clothes, but what are you gonna do when your dad gets back?”

“We were just talking about that,” Brie said. “We started out thinking apartment, but now we think we should rent a house. Something with some privacy. Wanna come in on it with us? It won’t be ’till we all start our jobs.”

“Cool!” Kelsey said. “Yeah, I’ll totally do that with you guys!”

“But in the mean time, yeah, Daddy’ll be back in a week,” Brie said. “It’s gonna kinda suck.”

“What’s he like?” Charity asked Kelsey.

“He’s… kinda hot,” she said, thinking back to the affair she had with him years ago. “You better watch out, you’ll be getting a daddy complex.”

“I think she’s got one already,” Brie said. “Did you see her with your dad all night?”

“Hey!” Charity said, blushing and turning shy.

“You know he’s happily married, right?” Kelsey said. “The kind of sex we have is all casual. No strings. It’s the same with Mom and Dad and their friends.”

“I know,” Charity said, sounding disappointed.

“It’s cool that you guys turn each other on. Mom thinks so too. But it’s best…not to think about relationships. Especially with older guys. That’s the way I do it anyway.”

“Your mom…was watching us?” Charity asked, starting to sound a little concerned.

“Sure. All those women keep tabs on their guys. Think about if you were married, doing what they do.”

Charity thought about Kay, and how much she liked her. She felt like a fool for being so clingy with her man. The fatigue and the hangover conspired — she beşevler escort bayan swallowed hard and fought hard to keep tears from her eyes.

“Hey, it’s no biggie. We’re all learning as we go,” Kelsey said, thinking about Brie’s father again. “You’re not the only one. If we wanna be cool like Mom and her friends, we gotta figure it out as we go, right?”

“Yeah,” Charity nodded.

“We haven’t talked about your big moment yet,” Brie said, sensing it was time to turn the conversation to the pleasant side of things. “That was so fucking hot when you were up against the kitchen window.”

Charity’s eyes got wide when she remembered. It was the best orgasm of her life. “I’ve…never felt anything like that. You guys were watching?”

“Everyone was,” Brie said. “It was the hottest thing of the night.”

“Oh,” Charity said, suddenly remembering all the eyes on her. “I came so hard. It was…different.”

“Daddy can do that,” Kelsey said. “I mean, not with me… like that…but…I’ve watched him with lots of women.”

Brie squinted a little, wondering why Kelsey was blushing. She didn’t notice her with Bobby last night, but…was something going on she didn’t know about?

Charity furrowed her brow when Kelsey mentioned all the orgasms Bobby had given to other women. It stung, but she knew she shouldn’t let it. She had some serious work to do on her frame of mind.

“You liked being watched, didn’t you,” Brie said to Charity. It was more of a statement than a question.

“No!” Charity said, but a hint of a smile gave away her deeper feelings. “Maybe…a little.”

“Yeah, it was fucking hot, girl,” Brie said. “I mean, rippin’!”

“So who else did you get with?” Kelsey asked Charity.

“Those other three guys. Your dad’s friends.”

“Nice! You really let your older guy thing fly, didn’t you?” Kelsey teased. “That’s cool, though. You should play with Koop and Happy next time. They’re lot’s of fun.”

“Is there gonna be a next time?” Charity asked. “I mean…is your mom mad at me?”

“No silly! I told you, she thinks it’s cool that you think Daddy’s hot, as long as you don’t get all nutty about it. Yeah, there’ll be plenty of next times.”

Charity was relieved. She felt like she was on an emotional roller coaster, and wanted to get off.

—

Kelsey’s next stop was Koop’s Crawlers. It was her first time visiting the shop without a bikini or a specially chosen outfit on. Her halter top and shorts were a lot more girl-next-door than Koop or Happy had seen.

“Hi you guys!” she said as she walked in, her sunny smile lighting the way.

Koop and Happy both said hello, but there was an awkward tension in the shop.

“What, are you guys all shy about last night?” she said, getting right to the point the way she always did. “Never seen each others cocks before?”

She giggled. Koop and Happy couldn’t help but laugh. The girl was just too much — all they could do was go with her flow.

“How fun was that party, huh?” she said. “I’m so glad you guys were there.”

“I don’t think “fun” goes quite far enough to describe it,” Koop said.

“Cool. I was hopin’ you guys liked it,” Kelsey said. “So Happy, I shouldn’t be tellin’ you this, but Sharron really likes you. She’s worried though. She thinks since you met her at that kind of party you might not like her.”

“Tell her not to worry,” he said, fighting back a schoolboy grin.

“Is it okay if I give you her number? Just text her hi. She’d love it.”

“Thanks, Kelsey. Yeah, I will,” he said. He wondered again if she really was some kind of angel.

“So, I saw Jessica leadin’ you off by the hand,” Kelsey said. “That must have been fun since you guys know each other from the restaurant and everything.”

“Yeah, that was…memorable,” Happy said. “The whole night is somethin’ I’ll never forget.”

“Cool,” Kelsey said. She knew the feeling well.

—

Kelsey finished her rounds at Austin’s house. She texted him from Koop’s parking lot. He was sitting on the front steps when she arrived.

“Hey,” he said, leaning back on his arms in the sun, bare chested and barefoot.

“Hey,” Kelsey said. She sat down next to him and kissed him softly. It was a more girlfriendy kiss than her usual. “Your mom home?”

“No, she’s at the gym.”

“Oh, she does that? That makes sense.” Kelsey thought about Austin’s mom’s toned legs, and the rest of her nice body.

“She’s been going since Dad left. I think she hooks up with guys there.”

Kelsey’s eyes flared with intrigue. “Really?”

Austin shrugged and smiled. He didn’t really want to talk about his mother’s sex life, even though it was a subject that interested him. He pulled Kelsey to him and kissed her again, hoping to change the subject. Her eyes twinkled when their lips separated.

“She gonna be gone a little while?” she asked.

Austin smiled and took her hand, pulling her to her feet. It was her first time inside his house. She looked around, taking in all the details. balgat escort bayan The place was decorated cute, but like a lot of single-parent homes it was all done on a low budget.

Kelsey wandered over to a bookshelf in the living room, heavily laden with family pictures and mementos. She picked up a picture of Austin, taken when he was five years old.

“Holy shit you were cute,” she said. She held it up so she could judge his current face next to the smiling small one. “God, you’re adorable.” Austin didn’t know if she meant then or now. She meant both.

She put it back in place on the shelf and picked up another one, Austin standing next to a lake, in shrunken gym shorts, holding a fish he’d caught.

“Fuck,” she said softly, smitten with his youthful beauty. “You never told me, when was your first time?”

Austin smiled. He knew what she meant, but he’d never told anyone the story. “It was there. New Hampshire. The year after that, I guess,” he said, glancing at the picture. “There was a couple girls that liked me, at this place we used to go. It was, like, all cabins, you know? They were younger than me and kind of annoying. I mean, I liked them, they were okay. Their mother and father hung out with my mom and dad, drinkin’ in the evenings and stuff. They were super nice. I wanted to go bullhead fishing at night all the time, but my dad got tired of it. Mrs. Leblanc said she’d go with me. She kind of liked to fish.”

“You had a boat?” Kelsey asked.

“Yeah, a fifteen footer with an outboard. Nothing fancy. A fiberglass ski boat kind of thing.”

“So, Mrs. Leblanc liked to fish, huh?” Kelsey said, smiling coyly.

“Yeah, but, that night she didn’t bother with it much. I don’t think she really planned on…fishing.”

“Whoa. That’s so hot,” Kelsey said.

“She made me go way down to the other end of the lake. I didn’t know why at first. It was cool though, because when you’re bullhead fishing you just let the bait sit on the bottom of the lake. You don’t have to do anything. You just sit there. So when we were all done we had four fish to bring back with us.”

“Ha ha!” Kelsey laughed. “It’s like in the movies. What do they call it…the perfect alibi?”

“That’s what we thought, but, the next day everybody was acting funny. Things changed. It was weird. I don’t think my dad minded. I always got the feeling he tried to convince my mom it was better with Mrs. Leblanc than getting some girl at school pregnant. But neither of them ever talked to me about it.

“So? How was she?” Kelsey smiled.

Austin smiled too. “She wasn’t anything like your mom or her friends, but it was kinda great.”

“Did she give you a blowjob too, or just fuck you?”

“Yeah, she did a bunch of stuff. She blew me, and she showed me how to lick her. She rode me on the seat, and then she wanted me to fuck her doggie-style.”

“I bet she did,” Kelsey said, looking longingly at the picture again. “I wish I could have seen her face when she saw how big your cock is. You must have blown her mind. Did she cum?”

“I think so. I mean, I didn’t really know what it was back then, you know? But when I think about it now, yeah, I think she came a bunch.”

“Yup,” Kelsey said, still lost in the youthful picture. “All right. We’re gonna re-enact it, right now. Where’s your room?”

Austin smiled as she took his hand and pulled him down the hallway. She peered into every room they went by, stopping at his mom’s.

“I’m across here,” he said, trying to get Kelsey to stop snooping.

“You’re mom’s got good taste,” Kelsey said, scanning all the details of her room. “What are those for?” she asked, looking up at two industrial looking hooks mounted to sturdy boards on the ceiling, one right above the bed and one above open floor. Everything was painted white, but the hooks were worn down to shiny metal.

“That’s for her exercise stuff. She’s got like, elastic things that hook up there.”

Kelsey’s brow furrowed, but Austin couldn’t see it. She wasn’t so sure that was what they were for. There was a similar arrangement in one of the extra bedrooms at home, and she knew what that was used for.

“Does she bring men home?”

“Yeah, but not when I’m here. She’s pretty open about it. She always asks if I can go out for the night or something. It hasn’t happened in a while, though. I think maybe she gave up. It’s kinda sad.”

Kelsey made a few mental notes and yanked Austin toward his room.

“Mrs. Le…what was her name?”

“Leblanc,” Austin said. “They’re from Quebec.”

“Ooo! I’ve heard the girls are really pretty up there.”

“Yeah,” Austin smiled.

Kelsey questioned him about all the details of that night on the boat, and the re-enactment progressed from kissing while she rubbed his hard-on through his shorts, to a nice blowjob, to Austin on his knees eating her pussy while she sat, to Kelsey riding him as he sat on the edge of the bed, to doggie-style on the floor.

The doggie-style was well underway when Barbara batıkent escort bayan got home from the gym. Austin was counting on the usual sound of the garage door going up to signal him that his mom was home, but he’d forgotten that Kelsey’s Jeep was in the driveway, blocking the way. When Barbara parked behind it, her face flushed with adrenaline as she imagined what might be going on inside the house. Austin was an adult, after all, and Kelsey was…Kelsey.

Barbara had inadvertently surprised her son one other time, about two years before then, when she’d gotten home early from shopping one day. He was masturbating in front of his computer, watching one of Kelsey’s porn scenes. She knew not alerting him to her presence was a horrible thing to do, but she walked in on him anyway, hoping to get a look at him in his fully aroused state. She was disappointed in herself, but she wasn’t disappointed in the view. Her son had the same magnificent cock her ex-husband brandished, the only part of the dreadful man that she missed.

This time, with Kelsey there, all she wanted to do was listen a little. Barbara had watched Kelsey’s porn scenes too, but she had trouble imagining her son fulfilling the roll of those porn men. She knew she shouldn’t be imagining it at all, but it was there, in her mind, and it wouldn’t get go away.

She took off her shoes on the front stoop, quietly opened the front door and had a look around. Before she’d even stepped inside she heard Kelsey, clearly in the throws of pleasure from Austin’s big cock.

The slap slap slap of bodies coming together gave cover for the squeaking floorboards as Barbara made her way to the kitchen. The noises coming from Austin’s room were raw, seemingly amplified by the straight hallway. Barbara felt like she was sneaking around on the set of a porn studio, and her son was the big-cocked star. A wave of guilt washed over her and she was just about to leave and make a proper, noisy entrance when Kelsey had one of her big orgasms. Austin’s grunts told Barbara he had finished too. The sudden silence forced her to hold her ground.

“I can’t believe how much energy you’ve got after last night,” Kelsey said breathlessly, her words quiet but clear as day to Barbara in the kitchen. “My mom and her friends didn’t wear you out?”

“They tried their best,” Austin said. “Especially your mom.”

“Did you like being in her ass? She came super hard on you. That was so hot, there was like ten people watching.”

“Your dad wasn’t, was he?”

“No. He’s cool with it though. Do you feel weird about that?”

“Sort of. Maybe not, I don’t know.”

“Do you think you could have a relationship like my mom and dad? Open like that? As long as you were real solid with your girl?”

“Yeah, maybe. I don’t know. Why?”

“I thought maybe you and me could be, like, more than friends. You make me happy, Austin.”

The house went silent again. Barbara assumed they were kissing.

“God, I love how easy you get hard,” Kelsey said. “Fuck me again, but then we better stop before your mom comes home. Unless you wanna fuck us both. She still make you horny?”

Barbara’s heart was beating so hard she thought it would explode.

“Close your eyes and think about her. I know how much you like your older women.”

Austin moaned. The sound of it almost made Barbara faint. She waited until the fucking got noisy again, tip-toed out the front door, got in her car and drove away. She needed some time before she could face her son.

—

Barbara knocked softly on Austin’s bedroom door.

“Sweetheart? Can I come in?” she asked. Her heart was back to it’s earlier trick, beating so hard she could hear it.

“Sure, Mom. Whats’ up?”

“So…there’s no good way to tell you this. I’m disappointed in myself for doing it, but…I heard you and Kelsey earlier.”

“Oh,” Austin said. “Mom, I’m…I’m out of college now. You gotta sort of expect…”

“No, it’s not that, Austin. Of course I respect that, that you’re an adult now, and sex is…a part of your life. I’ll be honest with you, it’s not the easiest thing for me to get used to, but I am. I’m okay with it. I’m happy for you. Sex is…great.”

“Oh. Okay,” Austin said. “It’s okay that you heard us. Don’t worry about it.”

“Austin, what I heard was more than the sex. I heard you…talking.”

“Oh,” he said. “About Mrs. Leblanc? Sorry, Mom.”

“What? Mrs. Leblanc? From the lake? Austin, what about her?”

“Oh,” Austin said, realizing his blunder. “I was just telling Kelsey about our vacations.”

“Good Lord!” Barbara said quietly, shaking her head. She couldn’t even make eye contact with her son about that one. She regathered her thoughts.

“Austin, what goes on at Kelsey’s house? Are you involved with something with her parents?”

Austin’s heart started doing the same thing his mother’s was. He tried to breath and come up with an answer.

“They just…had a party Mom. I was there with some friends.”

“Last night?”

“Yeah.”

“You got home very late. What time was it?”

“About three. Mom, out of college, remember?”

“I don’t care about how late it was,” Barbara said. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to sound like a detective. Can we have an adult-to-adult talk about it? Can we just talk like friends?” she said, taking Austin’s hand. “I’m interested.”

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Chapter 1: Just the Right Fit

“But if you’re thinkin’ about my baby, it don’t matter if you’re black or white.”

I was washing the dishes and singing along with Michael Jackson when my cell phone rang. Dropping my favorite rainbow mug back into the soapy warm water, I dried my hands on a paper towel and jogged into my living room to turn off my ipod speaker dock. Based on the chorus of Bad Romance blaring from my cell phone, I knew it was Melissa, one of my closest and dearest friends.

I turned on my Bluetooth head set and chirped,” Hey Missy!”

“What up Rachel?” Melissa said in a rap gangster voice.

“I’m good, Mrs. Slim Shady,” I said, giggling, walking back to the sink.

“What’s my favorite Coca Puff up too?” Rachel asked in her normal voice.

“Not much, just doing some dishes, listening to MJ, may he rest in peace.”

“Nice, which song?”

“Black or White.”

That’s funny. Mr. Jackson was spot on with that song, though. Race is moot point.”

“Here, here.” I poked my sponge in a cereal bowl.

“Are you doing anything tomorrow?”

“Nothing special, I got plans to catch up on some House reruns, why?”

“Good, wanna go shopping with me? I need to pick something for Michelle and Kathy’s wedding.” Michelle and Kathy were friends of ours and like us, also batted for team Lesbian.

“Oh snap, that is coming up soon.” I put my last plate in the drying rack. “I should get something too. Okay, I’ll go with you.”

“Yay, this is going to be so much fun!”

“You are the most feminine Femme I’ve ever met.”

“Look who’s talking, Miss I Get My Hair and Nails Done Every Week.”

“All right, you got me there. Can I help it if I want to keep myself looking good for the ladies?”

“You’re already beautiful, Rachel”, Melissa said in a serious, heartfelt tone. “You don’t need to do all that stuff.”

“Thank you,” I said with a bashful smile on my face.

“I really mean it, you know?”

The line was quiet on both ends for a solid minute or more. It was a nice, comfortable silence. I wonder what made Melissa compliment me out of the blue like that. Was she into me? God I hoped so.

I broke the silence saying, “Around what time do you want to get to the mall?”

“Let’s get down there early, before all the tweens and teeny boppers show up.”

“Perfect, do you need me to pick you up?”

“Yeah, stupid car won’t be ready until next Monday or Tuesday.”

“I’ll be there at 9; we can pick up some breakfast too.”

“Sweet, can we go to Denny’s?”

“Sure, little lassie,” I said in my best Irish accent.

“That’s not bad all, you’re accent’s gotten so much better.”

“It’s a sign of me spending too much time with you.”

I could never spend too much time you, ever, I wanted to say.

“So tomorrow at 9?”

“Yes, I’ll see you then.”

“Bye, Rachel.”

“Bye, Melissa.”

I turned off the Bluetooth with a sigh. Knowing Melissa and her shopping habits, we were bound to be at the mall all day. I wasn’t sighing about the all day shopping spree; it was the fact of spending the entire day with her.

Melissa Murphy was fine as hell. She was 5′ 6” with these intense green eyes and her hair cascaded down to her waist like a thick red waterfall. Her body was toned and athletic from years of swimming and running.

Apart from being insanely gorgeous, she was so warm hearted and welcoming. She was the friend that would listen to me rant and rave about my horrible corporate job or my latest romantic disaster for hours with occasional “Uh huhs” beşevler escort and, “That’s right” sprinkled in. She remembered all of my likes, dislikes, even allergies. The woman could recall anything I had ever told her and I never had to return a Christmas gift from her.

We became instant friends our sophomore year in college when me meet in Women and Gender Studies class. She introduced herself, gave me a perfect, dazzling smile and shook my hand. I was hooked from then on. Running into each other at the campus GLBT organization gave us another chance to bond even more. We shared coming out stories, our first female celebrity crushes. (Mine being Halle Berry while was she into Kate Winslet.)

Despite having a crush on her size of Australia, I never told her how I felt. She would date these chicks that looked like Barbie dolls, and none of them would ever be on the cover of Ebony Magazine. I wasn’t her type. As the years went on, my crush evolved into a full blown case of unrequited love. I got protective of her and was jealous of the women in her life who got to run their hands through her silky, honey scented hair, kiss her slightly pouty pink lips.

I’d have numerous dreams where I would tell her how really I felt about her, she admitted feeling the same way and we would end up yanking off each other’s clothing, kissing and touching every inch of bare skin that we could. I would find myself licking and tasting her, lapping up her sweet pussy juices like a thirsty dog on a scorching summer day. I would wake up from these dreams with my sheets drenched in my sweat and other secretions, praying that I would get over the desire and lust, and just freakin’ move on all ready. I never did.

“How about this one for you, Melissa?” I said the next day at Macy’s, holding up a blue and white dress.

“No, too Shirley Temple.”

Just as I had predicted, we were now in hour 5 of the wedding dress hunt. We had been in nearly every clothing store in the mall with no luck for either of us. Everything was either to plain or too showy, too sparkly, too hoochie mama. We hoped Macy’s would have something for both us.

Melissa and I thumbed through the rack of specialty dresses, laughing at the truly hideous ones, ogling at the pretty ones and grabbing the ones that seemed suitable for us. After gathering up a handful of choices, we made our way to the dressing rooms. In the white stalls, we put on our selections and modeled for each other, stepping in and out the dressing rooms as we went through our options. The last dress I tried on was a lovely turquoise color. It was sleeveless, knee length and had an ivory ribbon around the waist with a white blossom in its front. I saw my reflection in the mirror and muttered to myself, “This is the dress! It’s perfect!”

“Hey, Rach,” Melissa called out in the room next to mine,” I need some help in here!”

“Okay, Mel, I’m coming.”

I stepped out my room, gave Melissa’s door a knock and she opened it. I was amazed by what I saw. My mouth was open like a love struck fool. Melissa was clad in a hunter green dress that brought the green in her eyes. It fit every curve of her body like it was made for her. It reached just above her knees and was held up with spaghetti straps.

“Wow,” I muttered, “you look incredible.”

“You look… stunning, Rachel.” Melissa squeaked out, a gaze of wonder in her eyes. “I um need you… to zip my dress.”

“Sure…” I said, clearing my throat. Could it be, she found me as hot as I found her?

She turned her back to me; I reached out and pulled up the zipper. balgat escort It went up with ease.

“It’s just the right fit.” I said. She turned around again, facing me. I inspected the dress with a careful eye, smoothing out creases and picking out stray lint. She straightened out my flower and moved a strap back over my shoulder. I moved us closer to the mirror and took a look at our reflections. I loved seeing the contrast between us, my smooth chocolate brown complexion against her snowy white skin. She had these adorable freckles on her nose, I could count them; I was standing so close to her.

We stood there for I don’t how long, just soaking each other in. I finally got some nerve, grabbed the back of her head, pulled her towards me and placed a soft, gentle kiss on her lips. I pulled away immediately, waiting to see what she would do. Without missing a beat, she pulled me into her arms and kissed me with just a touch more pressure than I had used on her. Her lips felt like satin pillows, so smooth and glossy and the taste of her raspberry lip balm added to the pleasure. I wrapped my arms around her waist and deepened the kiss. She gave me a light push against the wall. She tore away from my lips and began to kiss and suck on my neck. I could hardly stand; her lips on my neck and her hands on my breasts were making me weaker by the second.

“Good God, Melissa,” I whispered in her ear, “I think we should go, soon……”

“Wow,” Melissa remarked, “look at the mirror, it’s all steamed up.”

“I blame it on you,” I said with a smirk.

“No, that’s all you, Miss Hot Coca.” Melissa smiled, sliding a hand up my dress.

“Hey,” a sales woman called, knocking on the door, “are you done in there yet?”

“Just a second,” I replied.

“We really need to get going,” I said to Melissa.”This is your dress, by the way.”

“I like it too. Turquoise is so your color.”

I pecked her on the lips and went back to my dressing room, changing back into my regular clothes as fast I could.

After we had dressed and put away the rejects, waiting in line was pure agony. It seemed like an eternity before it was my turn in line. I just swiped my credit card; everything the cashier was saying was going to one ear and out the other. All was I focused on the beautiful red head behind me. After Melissa cashed out, I grabbed her hand and speed walked her through the mall, when we reached the parking lot, the walk became a jog. When I saw my car, I began to full out sprint.

“Whoa there, Rach!” Melissa panted.

“The sooner we get out of here, the better.” I unlocked my trunk, tossed our bags in and slammed it shut.

“We’re going to finish what we started, no doubt about it,” Melissa agreed.

“Hop in then,” I unlocked the passenger side.

“No need to tell me twice.” Melissa quipped as she hopped in the car and I scampered over the driver’s side.

***

When we reached my apartment and the front door was shut, all self restraint was left behind. We were all over each other kissing, trying to undo buttons and zippers all at the same time. We made it to my bed in just our bras and panties. Melissa took the lead, pushing me back on the bed.

“This should have happened sooner” Melissa gasped, freeing my breasts from my bra.

“What?” I said in shock.

“Yeah, I’ve wanted you for years.” Melissa kneaded my left breast. I let out a low, long sigh. She replaced her hand with her mouth and the sigh morphed into a moan.

“You like?” Melissa purred, switching her attention to my right breast.

“So much.” batıkent escort

She unclasped her bra, tossed it aside and pulled me into another kiss. Her gentle but nimble fingers traveled lower. She caressed my stomach and hips, then retraced the path her fingers made with her lips and tongue. She gave my clothed pussy several gentle pats. I shivered in delight at her touch. She made slow, tedious circles with her fingers up and around my panties.

“You tease,” I groaned, “take off the damn panties already!”

“Be more ladylike, Rachel.” Melissa applied more pressure the soaking underwear.

“Take my panties off, please?” I whimpered.

“That’s a good girl.”

She tugged off my panties in a swift motion, spread my legs and began to kiss my inner thighs for a moment. Then she lowered her head and started with slow, tantalizing licks along my clit.

“Oh shit, that feels so good!” I ‘m positive a neighbor must have heard me but at that point I could have cared less.

She progressed to longer, faster licks at my exclamations. She French kissed my pussy like a pro, her strong, supple tongue thrusting in and out of me with gusto. When two of her fingers found their way inside of me, I knew I wasn’t going to last for much longer.

“Just like that!” I squealed. “Keep going, keep going!”

“That’s it Rach, come for me, baby!”

My orgasm washed over me in huge waves. I swore I saw stars and fireworks. Melissa removed her fingers from me and her soft kisses mellowed me out. We lay there for a bit, waiting for our breathing and heart rates to return to normal.”Now it’s my turn.” I said with a playful laugh in my voice. I shoved Melissa onto her back and she giggled. Taking my time, I kissed every inch of her body that I could. She practically jumped out of her skin when I kissed the nape of her elegant neck. I made sure to return the favor and took extra care with her breasts. She sighed and moaned as I fondled with them in between suckling on her nipples.

“You’re soaked, Mel.” I said as I slid a hand her panties.

“It’s all for you, Rach. Make love to me.”

She lifted her hips so I could yank off her underwear. She wasn’t totally bald; she had a neat red landing strip.

“You’re so beautiful,” I cooed, watching her squirm underneath me. I placed kisses on her hips and thighs for a minute then dove right in. Using every trick I knew, I licked, sucked and fingered Melissa into a fine frenzy. She was so warm and wet, she tasted heavenly.

She tried to be quiet, letting out soft whimpers here and there. When I picked up the pace, she lost total control. She moaned, grunted, took the Lord’s name in vain. As I felt her body tense up, I knew she was almost there.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come!” Melissa shrieked.

“Then come, you sexy thing.” I encouraged.”Don’t hold back.”

I gave her one hard trust and she let out her loudest moan yet. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her pussy gushed and quivered for a good minute. I sucked and licked her clean. She collapsed onto her back, panting like a race horse.

“Wow, that was… incredible” She breathed.

“It defiantly was.” I said, laying down next her and holding her close to me. I kissed her temple. “When you said earlier that you wanted me…”

“I’ve been in love you since our junior year of college.”

“For that long? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was too chicken; I thought you weren’t attracted to white women.”

“Let me tell you a little secret, I’ve been in love with you since the first meeting of the GLBT club in sophomore year. I like you was too chicken and didn’t think you were into black girls.”

“I guess we both thought wrong.” Melissa laughed. “I’m glad we were wrong.”

“So am I. Let me ask you another question: Will you be my date for Michelle and Kathy’s wedding?”

“I’d thought you would never ask.”

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Today was the day. I was finally getting to meet my Daddy. He was everything I needed. It would be our first in person meeting. I got dressed quickly and checked myself in the mirror.

I am 5’3. 250 pounds, glasses, and a rack of the biggest tits EVER. Daddy (based on his pictures) is tall, dark, handsome, and has a smile that makes you quiver. I was so ready to kiss him.

Half an hour later I was in the airport. I was a nervous fucking wreck. I kept looking at my phone. No text. As I looked up from my phone standing in front of me was my Daddy. My heart jumped out of my chest and was laying on the floor (at least that is what it sure felt like).

Smiling at me (oh fuck it’s even more sexier in person) he leans down and plants a firm chaste kiss to my lips. I was done for. Every single nerve ending in my body was aware of the fire burning within.

“So little one are you ready to start our adventure?”

I gulped. Fuck. Was I ready? Was I truly face to face with the man I couldn’t go a day without thinking of? I swallowed hard and smiled shyly, “Yes Sir, Daddy Sir”

Fuck that was stupid I thought to myself as my face grew bright red. I looked down.

Placing a finger under my chin he lifted my face escort bahçelievler to meet his gaze. (Goddamn that gaze was delicious)

“Babygirl, Daddy is hungry,” leaning into my ear he whispered,” and not for food either.”

Oh God here we go. My mind was swirling and twirling. I was about to be tasted by my Daddy. He took my hand and walked me to the restroom. Right there in the airport.

“Oh my God! Here Daddy?!” I was embarrassed but excited none the less.

Smiling mischievously at me, he nods his head yes. Pulling me inside and locking the stall door, he pushed me up the wall kissing me. He really was hungry!

Sliding my panties to the side under my mini skirt, he plunged a finger knuckle deep inside my sopping wet cunt. I moaned into his mouth. Oh God I was going to explode. Right here. Right now. His pace quickened as he placed his thumb to my clit. I cried out.

“Daddy im going to cum. Daddyyy I’m cumming!”

Just like that he stopped midway through my orgasm.

“Did Daddy say you could cum little one?”

I was embarrassed. I was about to fall to pieces in his hand, literally. I shook my head no.

“Babygirl, speak out loud.”

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“No what?”

“No Daddy”

“I think Babygirl needs to be taught a lesson”.

I was afraid but goddamn it I wanted it. I needed it. I FUCKING craved it. He ripped my panties off bending down, he picked my hips up like I was lighter than a feather, and buried his face into my cunt. I shuddered and came.

“Fuck! Sorry Daddy! Sorry” I knew I was going to be punished, but Daddy didn’t stop. He kept lapping my nectar up and growling low in his throat. I came over and over.

Finally he pulled his face back, as we were greeted by a loud knock on the door. I blushed. He looked hungrier.

“Little one we will finish later,” he Winked at me “Daddy promise’s.”

My heart was flying. My hands were growing sweaty. But most of all my now sopping wet pussy juices were freely flowing. I craved his every touch. He was going to be the reason I would die happy.

******Hours later*******

We made it to my apartment around 5pm. I was nervous. All over again. We were greeted by my kitty cat Peenelerpee. She wasn’t very excited about the fact I wasn’t alone. Shes a twat at times. But what cat isn’t. I escort batıkent went to the refrigerator and pulled out a beer. Looking at Daddy I offered him a beer. He took it without hesitation. I gawked as he opened it and drank deeply. Fuck just hours ago he drank me like that. I shivered.

Daddy must have read my mind. He walked over to me and kissed me deep. He tasted of the yaks piss (cheap beer). I quivered.

“Daddy wants to taste babygirl again.”

“That would be great, but Daddy may I be so bold as to say I want to taste you instead?” I blushed bright crimson. My heart was thundering out of my chest. I couldn’t wait to taste him. I was begging with my eyes.

“I think you may.” He unbuttoned his pants letting them fall with a thud to the ground.

He was fucking huge. I wanted him so terribly bad.

I reached out my hand towards his hard cock. I could feel my pussy juices seeping out. Just by the sight in front of me! Slowly flicking my tongue out, I licked the tip. It was as if the very taste was a drug! I started bobbing my head up and down gagging on Daddy’s cock. He moaned running his fingers through my hair pulling himself deeper into my mouth.

“Slow down Babygirl. You’re going to make Daddy cum!”

I didn’t slow down. I got faster. I was on edge myself. I felt Daddy’s cock swell just before he came inside my mouth. Smiling up at Daddy I opened my mouth showing him his cum, swished it around and swallowed.

“You taste better than anything I have ever tasted before!”

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Brittany woke from her nap shortly after noon. Lying on her back, she realized she was alone in her stateroom. Her legs and pussy were covered with dried cum from the earlier tryst with Richard. Slowly rising to a sitting position, she noticed the cum stains on the bedding. Waiting a few moments while her head cleared, she pulled the stained bedding into a pile stuffing them into a hamper.

Peering out into the salon, she discovered it was empty, no sign of anyone, not even Richard. Brittany scurried to the bathroom and jumped in the shower to wash herself off. While she was toweling herself off, Richard entered the bathroom carrying a tall glass of iced tea.

“Thought you might like a cool drink.” He said, handing her the glass.

“I sure could.” She replied, before taking a long sip of the cold refreshment. “Thanks.”

“I take it everyone’s still in town?” She added.

“I guess.” Richard replied. “Hard telling what they’re up to.”

Brittany decided to slip into her bikini and get some sun while she and Richard waited for the rest of the team to return. Lounging on the bridge of the luxurious cruiser, she and Rich discussed plans for the assault operation to recover the two kidnapped coeds.

“We’ll have Trace put us ashore a couple of miles north of Yaguajay.” Brittany stated. “We’ll have to hit the inner coast right at dawn so we can see where we’re going.”

“How long do you think it’ll take us to hike into the area?” Brittany asked.

“Better allow for at least an hour just to be safe.” Richard replied. “Hard telling what the terrain’s going to be like. I’m betting it’s rocky right along the coastline then heavy ground cover after that.”

“I’d like to have everyone in position before anyone wakes up at the hacienda.” Brittany commented. “That way we’re less likely to make a sound that might alert anyone.”

Brittany went down to the stateroom to get the aerial photographs of the Ramos hacienda. Returning to the upper deck, she set them out on the table.

“You and I will get as close to the house as possible and still have plenty of ground cover to conceal our location.” Brittany stated, pointing to one of the photographs. “I’ll have Karen at a location above us with the sniper rifle. She’ll make the first shot but only on my command.”

“How you going to communicate with her?” Richard inquired. “A hand signal?”

“No. I’ve got a headset radio for everyone.” Brittany replied. “All you have to do is key the mike to talk. All the radios are on the same frequency so everyone will hear the conversations, even Trace back at the boat.”

“What about Jake?” Richard asked. “Where’s he gonna be?”

“Jake will have to circle around the hacienda to this lower plateau.” Brittany answered, pointing to a small area just below the hacienda.

“He’ll have two Laws rockets along with his assault rifle, shotgun and pistol.” She added.

“Laws rockets!” Richard exclaimed. “You got Laws rockets!”

“Yep. Eight of them with modified sights for distance shots.” Brittany replied. “I just need to caution him not to use them unless he absolutely has to.”

“What’s he going to knock out with the rockets?” Richard asked.

“This Quonset building.” Brittany answered, pointing to a large building on one of the photographs. “Notice how it sets aways off from the village? It’s got to be for some kind of commercial use, maybe a storage warehouse for drugs.”

“With the other rocket, Jake will need to take out the dock area if there are other boats present.” Brittany added. “If the docks are clear, he won’t have to waste one.”

“Sounds like quite a plan.” Richard said. “How many people do you figure will be at the hacienda?”

“I hope just four.” Britt responded. “Miguel, his wife Jessica and the two girls. But I’m betting there may be a servant or two. We’ll wait till they’re all outside. I don’t want to have to invade the house. That could prove disastrous for the girls.

“What about bodyguards?” Richard mentioned. “There could be one or two of them.”

“Well, if there are, we’ll have to take them out.” Brittany said. “I just don’t want to shoot anyone who’s not armed or posing a threat.”

“How’re we gonna get out?” Richard inquired. “Hike back to the boat? That may be difficult with the two girls.”

“I’ll call Trace to come and get us as soon as we get the docks clear.” Brittany answered. “I don’t want him coming in too soon and taking a chance on getting the boat shot all to hell.”

“We’ll put the two girls below deck along with Karen and Jake.” Brittany added. “That’ll leave you and me to cover our escape.”

“You gotta plan B in case things go wrong?” Richard asked.

“Withdraw the same way we came in.” Brittany answered.

“Pray and keep firing till the ammos gone.” Rich stated.

“That too!” Brittany exclaimed.

“What do we do next?” Richard asked.

“How about we put clean sheets on my bed?” Brittany quipped, grinning.

“Huh!” Oh yeah!” Richard responded. “They were a bahçelievler escort bayan little stained, weren’t they?”

“I’d say more than just a little.” Brittany commented.

After replacing the bedding with fresh sheets, Richard and Brittany returned to the upper deck. It was almost 4:00pm and the rest of the team hadn’t returned from their outing.

“They should have been back by now.” Richard stated.

“Yeah. I know.” Brittany responded. “I can just about imagine what kind of shape they’ll be in.”

Two hours later, the four team members still hadn’t returned to the boat. Brittany’s patience was running out, pacing back and forth on the bridge and smoking one cigarette after another.

“Still planning on leaving as soon as they get back?” Richard inquired, watching Brittany become more and more aggravated.

“No! It’s too damn late now!” She exclaimed. “I don’t want to try and hit the shoreline at Andros after dark. It‘s too chancy.”

Richard and Brittany were watching the sun sitting on the horizon when they heard a commotion on the docks. Richard jumped up and looked over the starboard side of the boat.

“Kids are home!” He exclaimed, jokingly. “And Boy, they look like hell!”

Brittany quickly climbed down the ladder to the rear deck of the boat. Wayne and Trace were both intoxicated to the point where it was difficult to tell which one was helping the other walk. Jake was holding up Karen, trying to get her to move one foot in front of the other. He appeared to be the only one fairly sober.

With Trace and Wayne safely tucked away in their stateroom, Richard and Brittany concentrated on taking care of Karen. She’d consumed enough alcohol to knock herself out. Richard and Jake carried her into the master stateroom. Brittany managed to get her shorts and t-shirt off before covering her with a blanket.

“That must have been some party!” Brittany said to Jake.

“They were trying to out drink each other and I guess we lost track of time.” Jake responded, offering an excuse.

“We’ll stay here for the night and leave in the morning.” Brittany stated. “Why don’t you get some sleep?”

Waking around 4:00am the following morning, Brittany eased off the sleeper sofa trying not to wake up Richard, who was sleeping next to her. Finding her cigarettes in the dark, she lit one up before stepping out onto the rear deck. The cool breeze blowing in off the sea and flashes of lightning in the northwest were definite signs of a passing storm.

The light over the counter in the galley came on suddenly, illuminating Richard as he made a pot of fresh coffee. Waiting for it to brew, he stepped out on the deck to join Brittany.

“I didn’t wake you, did I?” Brittany asked.

“Nah, I woke up when I sensed you weren’t lying next to me.” Richard answered. “I missed the smell of your hair, the scent of your skin and the warmth of your body.”

“Well, aren’t you quite the romantic?” Brittany quipped as a smile appeared on her face.

“Like I said. I might be old but I’m not dead.” Richard replied with a smile matching Brittany’s.

Brittany and Richard sat at the table on the rear deck sipping the fresh brewed coffee.

“I was surprised you didn’t jump all over everyone last night when they showed up drunk.” Richard stated.

“Maybe it wasn’t so much a drinking contest as it was a quick way to get their minds of the danger they were facing.” Brittany responded. “Maybe we all should have gotten drunk.”

At 7:00am, Brittany entered the McCullough brother’s stateroom. Both men were still asleep, dressed in the clothing they’d worn the previous day. Brittany shook Wayne to get him to wake up.

“Get your ass out of bed and in the shower!” Brittany shouted. “I want you up at the helm in one hour!”

Wayne tried pushing Brittany’s hand away so he could go back to sleep but she wasn’t going to let him. Grabbing his ear, she pulled him up to a sitting position. His screams of pain filled the stateroom, waking up Trace.

“You too asshole!” Brittany shouted. “One hour or I’m throwing your ass overboard!”

After grabbing a quick shower and fixing her hair, Brittany slipped into a bright yellow bikini. Entering the salon, she passed by Wayne and Trace sitting at the bar, drinking coffee.

“Let’s get over to the fuel station so we can top off the tanks.” Brittany commanded. “I’ll drive the powerboat.”

“Hey! Really like that bikini!” Wayne exclaimed.

“Thanks! You’d really like what’s in it!” Brittany smarted off as she kept on walking.

While she and Richard checked the engines on the powerboat before starting them, Wayne eased the luxury cruiser away from its mooring slip. Trace was standing on the back of the boat, intently watching Richard and Brittany.

“Don’t think Trace especially likes me being on the boat with you.” Richard commented.

“I don’t really care what he thinks.” Brittany quickly responded. “He’s probably too hung over to think straight balgat escort anyway.”

After topping off the fuel tanks on both boats, the team was ready to set course for Andros Island. Richard purchased some ice, soft drinks and snacks for the trip. Brittany stood on the dock with Trace, helping cast off the lines to the cruiser.

“120 degrees southeast.” Brittany shouted up to Wayne, standing at the helm.

“I know how to get there.” Wayne retorted, grinning. “Just what do I get when we get to the island?”

“Dinner, if you’re lucky!” Brittany quipped, striking a sexy pose. “It’s too warm for hell to freeze over!”

Brittany fired up the Eliminator’s twin five-hundred horsepower engines, letting them settle into a low rumbling idle. Easing the powerboat away from the dock, she led the cruiser out of the marina. Once out of the harbor, she eased the throttle levers slightly forward. The bow of the catamaran lifted a few degrees before planing out. The roar of the powerful engines grew louder the more Britt eased the throttles forward. Watching the speedometer approaching seventy-five miles per hour with more throttle left only encouraged her to push the boat to its limits.

Richard was sitting in the passenger seat, his hands firmly gripping the safety bar on the dash. Firmly planting her butt in the driver’s seat, Brittany shoved both throttle levers all the way forward. As the boat skimmed across the surface of the water, she gripped the wheel tight with both hands. The thundering roar of the engines was deafening as the speedometer hit one-hundred miles per hour. Glancing in the dash’s rearview mirror, Brittany was unable to see the top of the rooster tails as the stainless steel props churned the water.

Brittany gradually eased the throttle levers back till the boat was cruising along at forty miles per hour. It felt like the boat was drifting along compared to its previous speed.

“WOOO! That was incredible!” Richard exclaimed. “Like riding a rocket!”

“I asked Wayne to reverse the props to inboard rotation so we’d have more top end speed.” Brittany stated. “With the team and equipment onboard, we’ll need all the speed we can get.”

A few minutes after 11:00am, Brittany eased the Eliminator powerboat into a quiet and deserted cove along the southern shoreline of the Andros Island. Shutting down the engines, the rumbling sounds were instantly replaced by the sound of warm breezes blowing through the trees and the occasional cawing of tropical birds.

“How about some lunch?” Richard suggested.

“Sounds good to me.” Brittany responded. “It’ll be awhile before the others get here.”

“A short while or a long while?” Richard quipped.

“Time enough to eat.” Brittany replied, grinning. “And time enough to do whatever else we want to indulge in.”

Richard prepared the sandwiches and the snacks while Brittany poured the soft drinks. Sitting on the bench seat at the rear of the boat, the couple enjoyed the peace and quiet as well as each other’s company. After finishing their lunch, Brittany and Richard dove into the water to cool off.

Splashing about in the water, Brittany and Richard forgot about the dangers they’d soon be facing. Brittany warmly welcomed Richards’s amorous gestures as they clung to each other in the cool waters. Their kisses were warm and tender, slowly becoming more passionate.

Climbing back aboard the powerboat, Brittany stretched out on her tummy on the front deck. Richard stretched out beside Brittany, his hand gently massaging her back. Untying the top of her bikini, he leaned down, placing soft kisses along the back of her neck.

“Want me to stop?” He whispered, brushing the straps at the top of her bikini aside.

“Never.” Brittany mumbled.

Richard continued placing warm kisses over Brittany shoulders, slowly working his way down her back. Brittany raised up slightly, allowing Richard’s hand to reach beneath her to cup and massage her breasts. His fingers tweaked her nipples, teasing them till they hardened. A low moan, barely audible, escaped Brittany’s clenched lips.

Richard’s nimble fingers untied the knots securing the bottom of Brittany’s bikini. Slipping his hand beneath the material, his fingers eased their way over her firm butt towards the moist lips of her pussy. Spreading her legs apart, his kisses trailed over her firm butt down to Brittany’s pussy. Unwilling to control her desires, Brittany’s ass lifted from the beach towel. Richard positioned himself behind her, lightly running his tongue up and down the hot slit of her wanton pussy.

Brittany was unconsciously licking her lips as Richard worked her pussy, bringing her close to orgasm. His tongue slid between the folds of her pussy, licking the entrance to her pussy. Brittany’s ass slowly ground against his face, savoring the stimulating pleasures. Stroking her pussy with his fingers, Richard worked Brittany’s clit till she came. Her ass was humping wildly against his hand, not wanting him to stop stroking batıkent escort bayan her.

Resting on her knees and elbows, Brittany’s breathing was coming in quick gasps. Richard quickly slipped out of his swim trunks and knelt behind Brittany. Gripping her hips firmly in his strong hands, he gently worked his hard cock inside her pussy. Lubricated by her cum, his cock easily penetrated Brittany, bringing a loud moan of pleasure of her lips.

Feeling his cock firmly in the grasp of Brittany’s pussy, he felt the pleasure beginning to build in his own body. Slowly fucking her, he felt his balls heating up the thick cum inside him. Gradually increasing his tempo, Richard fucked her harder and faster. His hands kept their tight grip on Brittany’s hips as he fucked her. Brittany’s orgasm was coming quick and strong. The harder Richard fucked her, the faster the orgasm developed. Exploding insider her, its intensity crested, taking her to new heights in sexual pleasure. Brittany screamed out Richard’s name as she felt her body captured by the powerful orgasm.

Richard kept pumping his hard cock into Brittany, forcing his pelvis hard against her ass. Cumming inside Brittany, his cock spewed its hot, thick fluid. A loud groan emanated from his throat when he forced his cock deep into Brittany as the last of his cum shot into her pussy. Easing back, Richard’s cock slipped from her pussy. The last few drops of cum trickled from Brittany’s pussy onto the beach towel. The couple stayed motionless for several moments trying to catch their breath. Richard and Brittany stretched out next to each other on the cum-soaked beach towel.

Later that afternoon, Brittany and Richard spotted the cruiser approaching from the northwest. Coming to an idle a short distance from the shoreline, the cruiser drifted alongside the powerboat. Richard and Brittany secured the boat to the shore.

“Where’s Trace and Karen?” Brittany asked, noticing they weren’t on the bridge with Wayne and Jake.

“There down in the stateroom, taking a nap.” Wayne responded, grinning. “At least, I think that’s what they’re doing.”

Brittany entered the stateroom, finding the two asleep in each other’s arms. Both were completely naked. Karen’s legs and pussy were covered in dried cum. Brittany shook them both till they woke up.

“Hurry up and get showered.” Brittany commanded. “We need to go over the plans for the rescue mission.”

Once the team members were gathered in the salon, Brittany reviewed her plans for rescuing the two college coeds from the Ramos hacienda. Spreading the photographs out on the table, she made sure everyone knew their job and where they’d be positioned during the mission.

“Under no circumstances should anyone take any unnecessary chances that might endanger the lives of the team or the lives of these two girls.” Brittany emphatically stated. “And, don’t shoot anyone who’s not armed or posing a threat.”

“Don’t kill just for the sake of killing!” She exclaimed, looking intently at Karen.

“What if we get intercepted by a patrol boat?” Jake inquired. “Do we fire or not?”

“NO! Don’t fire even if they fire on us.” Brittany quickly responded. “I don’t want to start some kind of international incident.”

“You’re gonna just let them shoot us out of the water?” Jake retorted.

“No. Just don’t shoot back unless you absolutely have to.” Brittany replied. “I’d rather try and outrun them. They’re patrol boats are slow and heavy. I’d rather try and outrun their guns.”

Jake wasn’t happy with Brittany’s decision but he wasn’t about to go against direct orders. During his last stint in Vietnam, he’d disobeyed orders and it resulted in several injuries. He didn’t want that to happen again, almost thirty years later.

“Let’s get the boats into position.” Brittany ordered. “I want to hit the inner coast around 5:00, as close to sunrise as possible.”

With Wayne at the helm of the cruiser and Trace driving the powerboat, they moved the boats to within fifty miles of the Cuban coastline. Securing the Eliminator to the cruiser, Trace made one last check of the boat.

“Everything ok?” Brittany asked, when Trace boarded the cruiser.

“With the boat, yeah.” He grumbled, stepping into the salon.

Jake and Richard were in the stateroom, trying to get some sleep before the early morning assault. Karen was stretched out across the bed in the master stateroom, catching a nap.

“You want something to drink?” Wayne asked from the galley. “Got some coffee left.”

“Yeah, coffee’s fine.” Brittany replied. “It won’t keep me awake but I doubt if I’ll sleep anyway.”

Brittany sat on the couch in the salon. Trace came over and sat down next to her, putting his arm around her. Brittany started to make a remark but decided to remain silent.

“No sense on taking a chance on starting an argument.” She thought.

Waking up around 2:00am, Brittany cleared her eyes before getting up from the couch. Trace still had his arm around her, holding her close. She shook him gently to wake him.

“Better get everyone up.” She muttered. “We’ll need to leave in an hour or so.”

Brittany woke up Karen before grabbing a quick shower. Trace woke up Jake and Richard, informing them of the time. Wayne was bustling around in the galley, trying to hide his nervousness.

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