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Isabella: Part 2: Vacation

Following her mother’s death, Isabella came to live with her father, Mr. Blancher, and his family. It is now summertime and the whole family is on vacation.

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Isabella: Part 3: Slave

The Blanchers are none the wiser about their two children’s new relationship. The pair has to spend some obligatory time with the family before they can be alone together again.

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The Island, Chapter 25

Author’s Note: This is a serial novel. It mixes actual experiences, fantasies, and outright lunacy. It is not a quick lurk-and-jerk. I believe in a slow build, in order to have a better payoff at the end. (Like Sting, I’m Tantric…). I plan to release a new chapter every week. Hopefully the response will be good! Enjoy.

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Broken Birds Part 30 Green Island Nita

Part 30
Green Island – Jennifer
Morning sun shone through a crack in the curtains. Jessica, Lynne and Ian lay entangled with Jessica spooning Lynne whose head rested on Ian’s chest. They reeked of sex.
He woke first, wondering if the night had been a dream. The bloodstain beside him confirmed the night had been real. Ian admitted to himself that he had lied to Lynne. One of his most private fantasies had been to take her virginity. He felt that last night he had come as close as God could allow without turning back time.
The girls started to stir. Lynne’s hand accidentally brushed Ian’s cock. It was steely hard. She giggled softly at one of the benefits of having her own man.
Jessica woke and looked at the clock. She gasped, threw on her cover up and left quickly with a promise to spend some time with them that day and, she’d said with a wink, that night if they wanted.
“OK,” he said, “What’ve you cooked up?”
“When we played yesterday in the shower room, I felt her hymen. I told her I’d be very careful not to break it. She laughed. She told me that she originally wanted to save it for the man she would marry. When she realized she probably would never marry, she decided to save it for the man who would give her a baby.”
Ian was stunned, “So I was the sperm donor?”
She locked eyes with him, “Ian, she desperately wants a child. I’ve watched that desperation for a long time. Please let her try with us. She’s not going to look to us for anything. Her family is really well off.”
He pulled her to him, “So you want to try again tonight?”
“I can’t give you my cherries, but I can give you hers. She has two more to offer you,” she said gently.
‘The cheeky minx knew!’ he thought, a broad smile on his face.
When they left Green Island Jessica had no more virginities to offer, but she had something far more precious growing inside her.
Nine months later she delivered a little girl with Ian and Lynne at her side. She named her baby Rachael.
“Now let’s get started on that fantasy list,” Lynne said in her firm voice. Ian looked puzzled. “The one where you greet our children as they enter this world,” she said with a genuine smile. She knew that fantasy would take a while as she had gone on birth control when the implantation of Shoshana’s eggs failed. She’d wait until after they were married to conceive.
Jennifer threw open the drapes and looked out over the morning’s clear ocean, marveling at its timeless beauty.
“How do you do it, Luv?” Jonathon asked from the bed. She turned, silhouetted by the morning light. It showed her slender beauty, pert breasts tipped with incredibly sensitive nipples and taught ass with a shadow of muscle cleft. “How do you get more beautiful each time I see you?”
Jennifer beamed, knowing she looked good. The competitive swimming with Michael and Beth helped her reach the highest level of fitness she’d ever known. As a member of the harem, she enjoyed the best of medical and skin care and the cook was a nutritionist with a flair for making even bland foods taste fabulous. In a word, she was pampered.
“Come back to bed,” she smiled and joined him.
Jennifer enjoyed Jonathon’s pent up need the first night. Bathed in sweat and leaking semen, she remembered the ridges and scars on Michael’s body and compared it to Jonathon’s soft white flesh. She glowed inside that she loved a man of action. There was no doubt in her mind. Michael had her heart.
At breakfast the morning of the second day, she decided to be honest with Jonathon, “Jon, you know I still have feelings for you, but you need to know that I’m desperately in love with Michael. If you’re looking for more than a week of sex, there are a dozen women ready to try to give their love. My love’s already taken.”
He took it well. He’d been hoping for more, particularly after the sex had been spectacular. In truth, he needed love. He felt terribly alone.
“Thanks for being honest,” he said sadly, “I was hoping to rekindle the flame. Some day I have to meet this Michael.”
“I hope you do,” she said goodbye to her past life forever. Michael was her future.
Jennifer went to Beth and Kat. They became a threesome, doing everything together; happily letting other couples use Jennifer’s room.
The second morning, Alice walked out of her room, her head high, breasts proudly thrust forward. Her lover’s reputation was correct. He had a formidable cock and incredible stamina. She smiled as she thought of Michael. He set the standard for her. And he was larger and more skilled than her lover of last night, though he did not have the same stamina.
Alice became a Cougar, but never let any of the younger men touch her heart. She indulged in her passions she had for so long suppressed, particularly enjoying the taste of mingled fluids. Her body sang with delight.
She never considered leaving Michael. Rather than hurting her relationship with Michael, the encounter confirmed her commitment. Michael had her heart.
Erik led Nita to the water’s edge. The moon rose, lighting a path along the water, dimming the stars.
Erik spoke to her in Spanish, knowing it would relax her.
“This is why I do it, why I work to keep it clean and healthy,” he said with one arm around Nita’s small waist. She could feel his passion. To him, the environment was a living being he’d loved all his life.
He looked into her dark eyes. Her arms circled his neck. She went on tiptoes. He placed his lips on hers in a gentle caress. He picked her up and gently laid her on a convenient double chaise. He lay beside her. Instead of being the aggressor, he lay on his back and pulled her to him. Sandy had said that Nita was fragile and loved to kiss. It was a huge understatement.
They spent hours kissing, his hands careful not to touch anywhere they had not been invited. Nita became more aggressive as her passion grew. She placed his hands on her B cup breasts, gasping with growing need as he squeezed and caressed them through her blouse. Her nipples distended. Her panties were thoroughly soaked.
She looked into his hazel eyes, seemingly searching for an answer. She found it. She climbed off him and tugged him off the chaise. Taking his hand she marched them to her room grabbing a bottle of champagne and two glasses from the open bar.
Once inside, she turned on the music. She stood before him, her two small hands on his chest. “I’m going to have a quick shower. I want to be clean and fresh for our first time. But I want you to be waiting for me in the bed as you are. You smell like a man and I love it.”
She bounced away to the bathroom, shaking with need.
When she walked through the bathroom door, she was ready. Erik lay with his back against the headboard, a smile on his face. She threw back the covers, seeing Erik’s cock fully erect. Thankfully he was a normal size. Michael’s shaft always left her sore the next morning.
She dropped her robe and climbed next to her man.
“Move down,” she said.
She cuddled in his arms and then sat up. “Before you make love with me, there’s something you need to know,” and she told him about Miguel and the dog. It was a secret she could not keep from someone she might love.
Erik was appalled, but it made no difference about how he felt.
Holding her face with both hands, he looked into her eyes, “It makes absolutely no difference to me. I want you completely. I hope one day you will give me your heart and your soul.” He kissed her, sliding her body atop his.
She felt free. She used the remote to choose her music and turn up the volume.
He looked at her questioning. “You’ll see,” she giggled and placed her lips on his.
After they broke their lip lock, she slid down his chest, one hand searching for his cock. She positioned it carefully and slowly impaled herself, all the while looking into Erik’s changeable hazel eyes. She levered herself up while bringing her knees forward so she was sitting on his cock and her feet.
She broke eye contact, closed her eyes and let the music wash over her. She began to sway in time with the beat. Erik’s hands closed around her small breasts, kneading and caressing them. She began to tremble.
Nita began to moan with pleasure. Erik dropped his hand to caress her clit. She squealed her pleasure. He began to flog it gently. Nita’s body went rigid. She screamed as her first orgasm surged through her delicate body.
Eric levered up so the headboard supported his back. He sucked on an incredibly hard nipple, his fingers still caressing her clit. She was screaming, incoherent with the pleasure coursing through her nerves.
He reached behind her, quickly lubing his index finger with her leaking juices and pressed her puckered starfish.
She shrieked in joy as the first knuckle passed her sphincter causing another orgasm to claim her.
Finally, she pushed Erik’s hand from her clit and collapsed into his arms. He held her until her breathing returned to normal.
She looked into his adoring eyes, “Your turn.”
She moved off his cock and knelt between his legs. He stopped her. He slid down the bed and positioned her above him in a 69, something Nita had tried with other girls, but never with a man. Just before he brought her body to him, he said, “No, Love, our turn.” And he pulled her to his lips.
His skill at oral sex was widely known among the surfer girls. He more than lived up to his reputation that night as Nita filled the room with screams of delight.
He came in Nita’s mouth. She happily swallowed his seed.
They slept for a time. Nita wanted to try something. She lay on her back, her head hanging over the edge of the bed, her mouth open and inviting. Eric gently thrust his cock in. She grabbed his ass and slowly pulled him to the entrance of her throat. Three gulped breaths and she opened her throat to his shaft. It easily slid into her virgin throat.
Erik had experienced deep throat once before, but that was long ago and when he was 12 and far smaller. He watched her throat bulge as it entered. He felt the muscles caressing the head. She pushed him back, gulped air for a moment and pulled him back into her air passage. On the third stroke, Erik cried out his joy and shot several strings of cum down her throat.
When he held her after, she smiled brightly, “I was still a partial virgin tonight,” she said seriously, “I’d never done a 69 with a man and no man ever had his cock in my throat. You are my first.”
In her mind, Nita had satisfied the cultural need to be a virgin when you first make love to your man.
For Nita, though, the days and nights that followed their first lovemaking exceeded even the pleasure of sex.
Erik moved into her room. They did almost everything together in their own world. Nita discovered what it felt like to be the center of one man’s universe. He poured attention into her and she flourished.
She told him about her life, her father and, of course, Michael. In Nita’s mind, Michael was her father now. He’d given her back her life and now she could move forward.
They swam, snorkeled, sailed and danced. Mostly, though, they learned about love.
When it came time to depart Green Island, Erik asked her to move in with him. He was astute enough to know Green Island was not real life. Nita had no hesitation. She knew her own nature. If she were not exactly what Erik wanted or needed, she’d morph into what he needed.
Maria felt exactly the same about Jeff. She’d move to his home when they returned. A shadow crossed her heart when she thought of saying goodbye to Michael, but she had her own man and would soon have her own babies.
Becka and Sandy were disconsolate having seemingly wasted the week. Yet they had each found a man strong enough to wait for them to be ready, resisting all temptations. They’d watched the frenetic sexually charged conduct during the first days and the gentle love making during the last.
Jessica sadly waived goodbye to the ferry that carried her two lovers. They would stay in touch and she had a standing invitation to visit Ian’s home. Privately she thought of it as both Lynne and Ian’s home. They were both “keepers” as Kat would say.

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How bad could it be anyway? corrected

Before the story begins just in case you missed it, this is fiction. The story is not based on reality or nonfictional event. The events portrayed here do not reflect on anyone, not the US military or any security forces contracted by them, not the San Antonio police department and their detectives.

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The Island, Chapter 17

Author’s Note: This is a serial novel. It mixes actual experiences, fantasies, and outright lunacy. It is not a quick lurk-and-jerk. I believe in a slow build, in order to have a better payoff at the end. (Like Sting, I’m Tantric…). I plan to release a new chapter every week. Hopefully the response will be good! Enjoy.

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Eating Mexican

Karen and I knew from the beginning we were meant for each other. We are both sex fanatic and willing to experience anything that sounded like fun.

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Road Trip part 5

DISCLAIMER!!!! There is content in this that I chose not to list in the tags that is Not in the norm for what my loyal readers have been reading from me. I expect many to hate this chapter and tell me how I’ve ruined the characters and the series with this but it’s the story i have written and i would hope that you trust me by now to give you highs with lows. As always please enjoy.

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Hanging My Neighbor’s Holiday Lights

Hanging My Neighbor’s Holiday Lights
By rutger5 (An Original story – Copyright 2011)
It all happened because of my wife. Don’t get me wrong I’m not really blaming her but without her it never would have happened. Well let me start at the beginning. My wife and I had gone to high school together and though we hadn’t dated we were part of the same crowd. It was after we graduated that we started spending time together and six months later we were married after she became pregnant with our first child.
Twenty three years and two more children later with our last one now out of the house we decided to make some lifestyle changes. Our youngest was in college out west when he met the “One” and asked us to ship him all his things out there. Now it was just the two of us in our too large and too empty house. We sold at the right time, not long before the bubble burst, luckily enough for us and bought a smaller, older house at a good price. It needed work but since I’m a carpenter by trade I was able to do most of the work myself which saved us a lot of money. Plus we paid for it with the proceeds of our last house so we had no mortgage to worry about.
Carol had been working part time for years by now and she continued to do so to keep from being bored at home but usually worked only three days a week leaving her with plenty of spare time. Because she was home a lot she got to know many of the neighbors. My contact was usually restricted to weekends when I would be doing yard work or in passing when coming or going in the morning or evening. She on the other hand saw the neighbors more and a few of the neighborhood gossips would keep her filled in on the various goings on of the block.
Because of that we could say whose kids misbehaved and who drank too much or whose marriage was allegedly on the rocks. There was certainly trouble in paradise four houses down from us and it was so obvious that even I could tell. When we moved in two years ago we would see the couple pushing their little girl in her stroller and we would say hello in passing but they kept to themselves for the most part. Then the fights started or maybe just became worse so that everyone on the block could hear.
One evening my wife told me that the police were there during the day and though nobody was arrested she saw the husband leave with a hastily packed bag. Soon the reports came through the grapevine that they were getting divorced. Sometimes in the morning when I was leaving I would see the woman taking her daughter to school and she was usually dressed in those medical type scrubs. She would always say hello as she passed and seemed much more outgoing as if a dark cloud was lifted from her head.
Of course my wife saw her more than I did due to being home more and they became friendly, and on a couple of occasions Carol watched the little girl, who was named Elizabeth, when her mother Anna had no one else to watch her. Since we now had an empty nest my wife was eager to mother someone and little Liz fit the bill perfectly. She was an adorable child who loved Carol and would run up and hug her every time she saw her.
On the other hand I was always glad to see her mother. Anna was a thick, curvy Latina with long and curly brown hair that reached almost to her waist and she had flashing black eyes. Since her husband had moved out she wore clothing that showed her figure off more when she wasn’t wearing scrubs for her job as a nurse’s aid. Maybe as a married man I shouldn’t have noticed her phat butt and large round breasts but I never saw the harm in looking though I know that many women, including Carol, might not agree. But I was married not dead and since I’d gotten married I had never cheated or even attempted to put myself in a situation where I’d be tempted to. There was nothing wrong with noticing an attractive woman; they are the most beautiful of God’s creations in my mind. And to be honest when I looked Anna’s way she would invariably smile at me and often would seem to exaggerate the sway of her hips and ass as she passed.
No doubt as a woman going through a divorce she welcomed anything that made her feel attractive and desirable was simply the way I saw it. Besides I never flirted with her or did anything inappropriate in any way, it was just eye candy. Maybe if my wife and I were having relations more often it wouldn’t have happened the way it did. Maybe I’m just rationalizing now. To be truthful our sex life had gone downhill since the last of our kids was born, three babies in five years can do that to a marriage. But even once they all were in school and we had more time Carol seemed happy with our once a week lovemaking.
I wanted more as I was still in my mid twenties but I learned to cope with less. As the years went by I’d have gladly returned to once a week as our sessions became less frequent and just as bad was there was no variety. Every position but standard missionary caused her some pain or discomfort to some part of her body she said and blowjobs didn’t happen except on a few rare occasions where she was drunk and playful or on my birthday. Even that was now years in the past and though I remained fit and in shape with a still healthy libido masturbation became my main sexual outlet.
I had my workshop in the basement for my woodworking and other projects and I usually kept my laptop there. When I couldn’t take it anymore I would go to xnxx.com and read stories or watch a video while I brought myself some solitary relief. It was far from a perfect situation but it was what it was and I dealt with it. That is until that fateful holiday season.
A couple of years ago I’d made some wooden reindeer figures to decorate the yard during the Yule time season and once December rolled around I’d put them out and string lights up on the house. Ever since I was a kid I loved this time of the year so I would go all out decorating the property and the fact that it helped to keep me occupied was a plus. Once I was finished I had one of the best decorated houses in the neighborhood and the local kids would ooh and aah. Anyway one evening during dinner Carol started telling me how poor little Liz loved our decorations but since her father had moved out there was no one to decorate the outside of her house.
“You know John this is a chance to help a young girl have something to believe in” she told me. “You have some free time on Saturday and Anna has all the lights. She just needs someone to hang them and I told her you’d be glad to and she was beside herself with joy when she heard. I hope you don’t mind.”
“It would have been nice to mention it to me first since I’ll be the one doing it” I replied.
“Well you don’t have to you know. I didn’t think you’d have a problem doing it but I can come up with an excuse if you want.”
“No I guess I can do it, Saturday is free. Just wish I was asked is all.”
Well Saturday rolled around and it was sunny but windy and very cold as befitted a mid December morning. While I sat sipping my second cup of coffee after breakfast Carol busied herself getting ready to head out for a day of Christmas shopping. She kissed me goodbye on the cheek and headed for the door. She turned right before she left and spoke to me.
“I’ll be back in time for dinner John, Anna said anytime after 10:00 AM is fine to start. Be careful and I’ll see you later.”
“Good bye dear and don’t spend all our money” I told her with a grin.
She just huffed and closed the door behind her as I chuckled. In fifteen minutes I had on my Carhartt jacket and Mechanix gloves and I was in my backyard getting my extension ladder. Within five minutes at ten after ten I was ringing Anna’s doorbell. After two minutes and no answer I rang again and this time I thought I heard something approaching. The door opened and Anna stood there in a red robe.
“Good morning John” she said with a big smile “sorry I left you so long on the doorstep but I just got out of the shower. Why don’t you come in and I’ll show you where the decorations are.”
Since I was speechless I just nodded in reply. Anna wasn’t wearing a thick terrycloth robe like I do when I shower but a silky looking number that barely reached mid-thigh and also revealed a generous amount of her full bosom. She just turned sideways so I had to squeeze past her to enter the foyer. As I did I could smell the mingled scents of berry and soap emanating from her and it was marvelous. Once I moved past she closed the door behind us and motioned me forward into the living room.
“I really want to thank you for this John and I can’t imagine how I can properly show you my gratitude. Before you start would you like coffee or something to eat?”
“No thanks, I just had breakfast and coffee a little while ago” I replied but I did wish to taste her the way she looked and smelled though I had to force that thought from my mind.
“It’s so cold out there today, I really feel bad for you but Elizabeth will be so surprised and happy. The decorations are in the basement so follow me.”
The living room was already decorated and I caught a glimpse of a tree from the corner of my eye as we passed through but I admit it was hard to tear my gaze away from her big ass as it swayed in front of me. The entrance to the basement was located in her snug and warm kitchen and soon we were standing down there.
“The stuff is over here somewhere” Anna said as she led the way to some shelves along a wall.
When she bent over and started rummaging around I almost lost it. Her red robe rode up revealing her thick legs and stopping just before I could see her ass. In fact once she found what she had been looking for Anna turned her head back towards me and smiled when she saw where my eyes were looking.
“Do you mind lending me a hand – with the lights I mean” Anna said with a smirk on her pretty face.
I crouched down next to her and we were so close our bodies almost touched. Her scent was now intoxicating me and I felt the blood start to flow to where I hoped it wouldn’t but I understood why it did. My hand brushed hers as I took the boxes of icicle lights from her causing me to shudder with repressed desire. Quickly I stood to try and put some distance between us but Anna rose right after me and in fact she steadied herself by holding onto my arm as she did.
We were facing each other and the only thing that saved me from immediate trouble was the fact that I had half a foot of height on her. If Anna was taller I think I might have kissed her but instead I turned and moved away. As I did my arm grazed her full breast and even though it was covered it felt soft and yielding to me. Quickly I put some space between us by heading to the stairs and putting the boxes down on them.
Anna had followed close behind me and was standing a foot away.
“Anna, do you have some heavy duty extension cords? Also where do I plug them in?” I asked her trying to remain focused on the job at hand.
“Yes I have some extension cords, the orange kind for outdoors, right?” Anna asked to which I nodded in response. “And you want to plug something in as well” she said and as she did Anna leaned in a little giving me an even better view of the top half of her full breasts.
My eyes were drawn there like a moth to a flame. Even though I realized that I was staring I didn’t stop. Anna had to know what she was doing so if she wanted me to look then I certainly had no problem doing so.
“Yes Anna, do you have an outdoor electric outlet?”
She furrowed her brow as if she was thinking before she answered.
“I think there’s one under the front porch, I never really worried about those things before.”
“All right, I’ll check and if not we’ll have to come up with something” I told her.
“Ooh, come up with something, I like the sound of that” Anna replied saucily, turning my innocent question into an innuendo and causing me to hurry up the stairs before I could reply in kind and get myself in real trouble. Without waiting for her I headed straight outdoors and got to work. First I checked to confirm that there was a GFCI outlet, and then I set up my ladder.
For the next hour and a quarter I hung the lights from the gutters of the first floor roof. After plugging them in and making sure everything worked I saw that there were still a lot of lights left over so I rang the bell. Surprisingly when Anna answered the door she was still wearing the robe even with all the time that had passed.
“Oh, those extra lights we used on the front gutter above the second floor. You don’t have to hang them if you don’t want to” she said with an almost pleading expression on her face after I inquired about the extra lights.
“No problem Anna, since I’ve come this far I‘ll finish. I won’t be able to use my ladder to reach there though.”
“My ex used to just stand on the lower roof when he put them up John.”
“Okay, I guess I can get to the lower roof with my ladder and then hang them” I told her.
“Don’t be silly John. It would be much easier and safer to just climb out the front window then to climb up and down the ladder.”
Reluctantly I had to agree with her logic. It wasn’t that I wished to take the more difficult path but rather I wanted to avoid going into Anna’s house again. I might not be a genius when it came to the opposite sex but even I could see her intentions weren’t entirely innocent. The fact that she still wasn’t dressed made me suspect she was hoping I would try something with her. I had no intention of doing that but she must have hoped I would.
Again I followed her swaying hips and butt, but this time up the stairs. I held back a step so as not to be too close behind which unfortunately caused her to be at a perfect angle for me to see underneath the bottom of her robe. My eyes caught a glimpse of her fat ass cheeks as well as a flash of her pink before I adjusted my vision to my feet to avoid further temptation.
Anna led me into the front bedroom which just happened to be hers. It was stylishly furnished from what I could see with the walls painted a cream color with matching drapes and the furniture a light shade of wood. The bed looked to be at least queen sized with the luxurious bedding rumpled and in disarray. There were two windows which opened out on the roof and I wasted no time in opening the one adjacent to the foot of the bed and climbing to the roof. Closing the sash first I started immediately hanging the lights and before long I was over half done. It was when I reached by the second window that trouble found me and grabbed ahold tightly.
While attaching the lights above, my eyes happened to glance at the window before me. The fact that I didn’t drop the lights or even worse fall was almost a miracle. There were heavy drapes over the window but they were parted somewhat allowing me to see inside. Anna lay on the bed with her head resting on a pillow and a wanton expression on her face. But it was the fact that her robe was wide open and her hands were busy stroking herself that shocked me.
One hand was squeezing and pinching a nipple that topped her large breast while the other was buried between her parted legs playing with her pussy. I’m not sure how long I stood there unmoving, staring entranced at the vision of my lovely Latina neighbor pleasuring herself but I did feel my blood flowing to my quickly hardening cock. Suddenly I realized that she was now staring back at me and once our eyes met Anna licked her red lips suggestively while her hands continued their movements.
Every nerve in my body screamed to rush inside and take her with no mercy while my brain attempted to reassert control. With a supreme effort I tore my eyes away from Anna and resumed work. Within a few minutes I finished hanging the lights and if they weren’t hung as well as the earlier ones who could blame me. My erection hadn’t shrunk, in fact it felt harder than ever but I steeled myself to return inside and get away from my sexy neighbor as fast as possible. Plugging the end of the string to an extension cord I opened the window and went in feet first.
As I stood I saw that Anna was waiting for me and her robe remained open with one of her hands still playing with her large, full breast. Before I had time to move her free hand reached out and grabbed the prominent bulge in my pants, squeezing it gently and driving me crazy with desire.
“Anna…” I began but she moved her hand from her breast to my mouth and I could taste and smell her juices on it as her finger pressed to my lips.
“Shh John, don’t talk. Now isn’t the time for that, now is the time for action.”
While she said that her hand continued working its magic on me, in fact she managed to get my fly open and slip her small hand inside my pants. She took her hand from my mouth and with it took my gloved hand and brought it to her full breast. I grabbed her and Anna gasped from the rough material rubbing her soft skin but once I pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger she moaned with pleasure.
Leaning down my mouth took her other nipple inside where my teeth nipped it. Her hand now held me firmly to her bosom where I suckled eagerly on her erect nipple. By now Anna had managed to remove my erection through my underwear and her fingers were stroking it softly. It felt like heaven as she pumped it from the base up to my sensitive head when without warning she pulled free of me and sank her body down.
Holding it by the shaft she stretched her little pink tongue out and flicked my swollen head. A groan escaped my mouth causing her to look up with a wide smile before she parted her lips and swallowed me. Her warm mouth felt like heaven as she bobbed up and down my shaft, taking around half my erection before pulling back only to slide down again. Her wet tongue licked the sensitive underside below my head and as Anna did all this she kept her dark eyes firmly locked on mine.
First I pulled my gloves off and dropped them to the floor where they were soon joined by my jacket and shirt leaving me bare chested. Meanwhile Anna was now taking me deeper in her mouth with my swollen head reaching the entrance to her throat with each movement of her head. My hand found her curly dark hair which I grasped between my fingers. I leaned sideways so my other hand could reach her nipple and once I did I twisted it gently. Anna moaned while keeping me buried in her mouth but I knew if this kept up I’d be shooting before I wanted to.
Reluctantly I brought my hips backwards while I held Anna in place with her hair until with a pop my cock was free. She seemed disappointed as my erection no longer filled her mouth and attempted to take it between her lips again but I stopped her with a word.
“No Anna, I’ll cum if you start again. First I want to taste your sweet pussy” I told her in a firm voice.
She smiled when she heard that and I helped her stand only to push her backwards onto the bed once she was up. My hand grabbed her leg and I dragged her compliant body into the position I desired of her. Anna was sprawled on her back across the bed in a diagonal position relative to the mattress. One of her thick legs was on the bed while the other dangled down from it. Crouching down I leaned forward so that my face was inches from her wet pink slit.
It appeared that Anna didn’t shave or wax but her full bush was trimmed so that the hairs were very short. I exhaled my warm breath so that it tickled her as it passed over and caressed her pussy lips causing her to tremble from lust. First I kissed her inner thigh from just above her knee and worked my way to just below her kitty before I switched to her other leg. By this time Anna was squirming but I continued to tease her by now running my tongue down the silky skin of her thigh. By the time I had worked my tongue up her other limb Anna was at her breaking point.
“Please Papi, stop torturing me like that” she growled in a husky voice.
I raised my head so I could look at her and smiled a wicked smile. Next my fingers grazed her wet, swollen lips for a second before I moved them off her again but by this time I desired to taste her too much to keep the teasing up. My thumb and finger spread her lips at which time my tongue extended and speared her juiciness. We both let out a moan simultaneously at that point I believe.
My questing tongue burrowed deeper inside her pinkness and she tasted wonderful to me. I started to move it in a back and forth motion, touching the walls of her feminine tunnel as I went. After exploring her wet depths for a few minutes I then started to trace the outline of her puffy lips while tickling her insides with my pinky.
She attempted to push her pussy onto it but I had other plans so I pulled it away from her causing her to let out a disappointed cry. By now my tongue was circling her erect clit though I avoided touching it directly but instead I teased Anna by coming oh so close. Finally when I had her almost insane with desire I flicked her nub with my tongue tip.
She gasped and it turned to a moan as I sucked it between my lips. Anna’s body shook as orgasm overtook her and I could feel her nectar seep from her onto the skin of my chin. I continued to suck on her clit while rubbing the tip of my tongue against it for a couple of minutes before I upped the ante by sliding my finger between her lips and inside her hole.
“Oh fuck yes Papi, don’t stop! Make your baby girl feel good. Yesss!” she cried out as I frigged her with my finger.
Anna was soon close to cumming again and after I slid a second finger to join the first she let loose. My fingers were deluged by her wetness as it flowed freely. Not for a moment did my mouth or fingers stop working her until her orgasm subsided. I rose while pushing my pants down past my knees and without pausing I moved to where my head pushed at her entrance. I rubbed my cockhead along her furrow a few times then pushed deep into Anna.
“Yes Papi” she cried out as her legs hooked around my waist.
My erect cock sank to the depths of her vaginal canal and it felt like paradise. She clung to my shaft like a sheath or a skintight glove as my full length filled her. One hand rested on the bed while my other stroked her cheek as I started to move. Repeatedly my cock pulled back before again sliding deep in her pink slot. Within a few minutes I knew that I was going to blow my load very soon.
“Anna I can’t take much more of this, I’m about to cum” I managed to gasp as I pounded her pussy faster.
“Do it Papi, cum in your baby girl” she answered as her legs squeezed me in their grip.
“Don’t worry I’m on the pill” Anna said after seeing my expression which gave me the assurance to relax.
I sank to the hilt and my body stiffened as I felt my orgasm overtake me like a runaway train. My cock swelled inside her as I exploded spurt after spurt of thick, white cum. My body sank onto her soft frame as her hands held my ass tightly. Finally when no more spewed from me I managed to move my head so our lips could meet. We kissed slowly at first, our passion muted by our recent orgasm but the flame still burned.
The longer we kissed the more worked up we became until a cold gust of wind whipped through the still open window and passed over us. With a groan I broke the kiss and managed to stand which caused my still half-hard erection to slide from Anna’s red hot furnace. Quickly I yanked the sash down with a slam and hobbled back to the bed.
“Why don’t you get those boots and pants off before round two?” Anna said as she sat up straight on the bed.
That certainly made sense so I bent down and undid my laces. It was only a minute before I kicked my boots off and stepped out of my pants leaving me in just my sox. Her hand grabbed my shaft, and then Anna leaned in and kissed the head, shiny with our combined juices. Next she patted the mattress beside her and beckoned me to join her which I wasted no time in doing.
Once I was lying on my back with a fluffy pillow beneath my head Anna went to work. She positioned herself on her knees where she could again take me into her hot mouth. As she moved her head up and down my growing length her hand fondled my balls stimulating me further. As soon as I was close to full size Anna straddled my body and guided my heat seeking missile to her molten core. She let out a loud moan as it pushed into her willing depths and then paused before moving.
After thirty seconds where her pussy stretched enough to encapsulate my cock fully Anna started to move again. While biting her full lip she raised her pelvis up until just my head remained inside her before sliding all the way down again swallowing my thick erection completely. Her warm hands pressed against my chest for support at which time she increased the speed of her movement and started to ride me hard.
My hands found her big ass cheeks and I squeezed them and helped to guide her movements. She was making little moaning sounds when her breast came close to my face as she moved. I attached my mouth to it and sucked her large, erect nipple into my mouth. At the same time I began to thrust upwards with my hips to meet her descending body. Proving that she was a vocal lover Anna let loose as I did this.
“That’s it Papi, fuck your girl. It feels so good, yes. Fuck me hard baby.”
I had no problem following that request let me tell you. Since I’d already cum once I knew that I could hold out a while so I increased my speed and with each thrust I pulled down on her ample ass burying my cock to the root. Anna’s face became flushed as our rhythm became more and more rapid. Suddenly she cried out and her upper body sank onto my chest, her curly hair tickling me as it cascaded onto my skin. My hips continued to piston up as she came on my cock.
“How was that, did it feel good?” I asked her as I slid in and out.
“Oh Papi you’re making your baby girl cum like crazy” she whispered in my ear.
“That’s what I wanted to hear” I told Anna as I suddenly rolled us over so I was on top now.
I adjusted myself so that I was supported by my arms and started to pound her wet pussy hard. With each thrust our pubic bones collided sending shockwaves across our bodies. Even though I enjoyed this position I wished to change it as I had a desire to look at her phat ass. Without warning I slipped out and rolled off the bed and onto my feet. Her disappointed expression disappeared when I slapped her thigh and told her what I wanted.
“Come on Anna, get on your hands and knees with your big ass up in the air and at the edge of the bed.”
“Yes Papi” she replied meekly as she assumed the doggy style position, her full moon beckoning me forward.
I swatted her ass right before I drove to the depths of her pink treat again and as I did Anna pushed back at me.
“That’s it, fuck me back” I demanded of her.
She had no problem doing that and quickly we built up a fast tempo of fucking, our bodies slapping together with each movement. My hands reached down and grasped her thick ankles to keep her in place as I continued to increase my pace. We were both sweating heavily now as well as making little grunts of pleasure when I felt that old familiar feeling in my balls.
“Yes Anna” I cried out “your hot little pussy is going to make me cum again.”
“Yes Papi yes, cum for your girl” she yelled in reply and for a moment I felt dizzy as I exploded in her for a second time that day.
After I pulled my spent prick from her, Anna stood on her shaky legs and again kissed me softly.
“Thank you Papi” she said with a tear in her eye “it’s been so long for me and I really needed that.”
Now that lust wasn’t driving me I felt awkward and didn’t know what to say. Not only was Anna the first woman I’d ever cheated with she was also the first woman besides my wife I’d slept with in over twenty years. She seemed happy and was singing softly to herself as she headed out of the room before returning in a minute with a wet washcloth.
She knelt down and tenderly washed my now flaccid cock. When her gentle touch brought back a little life into it Anna laughed after which she kissed it on the crown before releasing it. When she finished washing it she put her robe back on though she neglected to fasten it closed.
“Get dressed Papi, I’m going to make you something to eat. You must have built up quite an appetite with all your hard work today” Anna told me with some extra emphasis placed on the word hard.
Truth be told I was famished by this time and I could use some nourishment so I nodded at her. Anna bustled out as I slowly dressed. When I came downstairs I could smell the food cooking so I walked to the kitchen where Anna greeted me with a dazzling smile.
“Sit down” she said indicating a chair at the kitchen table “it will be ready in a minute.”
Right after I’d sat down she brought me a plate with chicken and rice and placed it before me. In another minute she removed a pot that was on the stove and spooned a pile of beans over my rice then returned the pot. Anna sat down next to me while I ate, snuggled against me and rested her hand on my thigh. I found out that I was only the second man she had sex with, her husband obviously the first.
“My ex seduced me when I was in high school, not that he had to work hard to do it cause I was ready. But he was a lot older than me so he taught me stuff. Maybe that’s why I like older guys like you and not boys, you know. But my ex started to get so controlling, like telling me how I could dress and stuff. After my daughter was born he only got worse, he didn’t even let me go out after work to celebrate a co-workers birthday or anything like that. Once we split I missed the sex but I can think for myself, I’m not a child.”
After I heard this things about Anna made a lot more sense to me. Because of how her marriage ended I hoped she wasn’t looking for anything serious especially with me. Her being mushy while she was still in the afterglow of her coupling was fine but I hoped that’s all it was. When I finished eating I gathered up my jacket and gloves and Anna walked me to the door. We kissed again and she pinched my butt as I headed out the door.
Once I was home I jumped in the shower to wash the scent of Anna from my satiated body and got in some clean clothes. Well before my wife arrived home I started to drink some beer in the hope that being inebriated, if only partially, would help me keep things under control.
The next day Carol was going to see her sister and since I had never gotten along with her particularly well I declined to go. A few minutes after she left the doorbell rang and as I headed to answer it I wondered what my wife had forgotten. When I was home Carol would invariably ring the bell to avoid the hassle of digging up her house keys. The words I planned on saying to her died on my lips when I opened the door and it was Anna standing there instead. Without speaking a word she stepped inside closing the door behind her.
“I saw your wife drive off so I came over” Anna said as she sank to her knees while tugging down my lounge pants.
Before I could get a word in her hot lips had gone to work on me, sucking my head between them. She seemed in a frenzy and I was rock hard in no time. She was giving it everything she had and my toes practically curled from her efforts. Just when I started to get close without warning she pulled her ruby lips from me and stood. She kissed me while at the same time giving my cock a final squeeze.
“If you want to finish this then come to my house” she said and with that she turned and exited leaving me with my hard, saliva coated erection waving in the breeze.
To be fair she gave me a chance to reconsider things while also doing her best to influence my decision. Within five minutes lust had won out and I was at her front door. When Anna answered she had a triumphant expression on her pretty face. It was a good thing little Elizabeth was still visiting her father because we didn’t make it past the living room. We went at it like animals right there on the rug by the tree as the little lights twinkled on and off.
After that we slipped into a rhythm where at least a couple of times a week I would be waiting for her near the school where she dropped off her daughter in the morning. We would go at it like teenagers in my back seat before I’d drive her to her job then head to mine. We continued this to mid-February at which time her divorce became final. Around a week later we were sitting in the back seat post-coitus and Anna seemed very quiet yet nervous.
“Papi we have to talk” she told me as her fingers twisted some of her long hair.
“Okay what is it Baby Girl?” I asked referring to her by the name she loved.
“I’m not sure how, maybe cause when I was separated from my ex I got careless some. It only happened a couple of times but I guess it was enough. There’s no easy way to say this but Papi I’m pregnant.”
After she said this her head dipped a minute before she looked up and did her best to meet my eyes with hers. To say I was shocked would be an understatement, but what else was I feeling? There was such a hodge-podge of emotion I felt at that moment in time. Either way it was certain that it would be hitting the proverbial fan.
END
By rutger5 (An original story – Copyright 2011)
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Broken Birds, Part 5, Runaway Train

Part 5
Runaway Train
As the girls battled their demons, Beth’s revenge continued to gather steam.
Following the disappearance of Rachael Walsh and her two daughters, the death of Thomas Walsh and the suicide of his father, the police thoroughly searched the Walsh home. They discovered a cache of flash drives with video clips of rapes and underage sex in a locked cabinet beneath the lounge television. Oddly, they did not find his personal laptop, but they assumed he kept it at his office.
In fact, Tim’s operatives had taken the laptop and numerous other flash drives. They had staked out David’s house beginning with the disappearance of his wife and daughters. They reacted quickly to the sound of the muffled gunshot that ended David’s life. An unlocked sliding door allowed them free access. They searched for nearly an hour, before their lookout heard the police message.
Tim’s team easily broke the laptop’s encryption. The information detailed his theft from his wife’s and daughters trusts. It recounted David’s involvement with major criminals, money laundering, extortion and outright theft. It had voluminous data on international organizations with terrorist ties. The information could have explosive impacts!
Then they came on a file named “LANA”. It contained several video clips and numerous pictures. Several former military men almost vomited while watching David send Lana to a hell on earth. They weren’t snuff films, just horrifying brutal treatment of a once beautiful woman.
They sent the financial and documentary files from the laptop to Michael and Peter Gardiner. They began to open the flash files.
Several contained photos and videos. By now, the team had grown callused to David’s perversions. One file, though, related to global financial accounts. They sent that flash drive as well.
A week later the forensic accountant had deciphered the data and met with Michael and Peter.
“Good news of bad first?” the thin, bespectacled man asked.
“Let’s start with the bad.” Michael said softly.
“He stole about half of the trust assets for Lynne and Susan and about 60% of Rachael’s. We should be able to get it back, but it will require them to sign affidavits which will require them to disclose at least what state they’re in.”
“It may actually get worse. He also stole money from some of his clients, including some pretty bad people and mixed it with some of the trust money. And he put Rachael’s name on the accounts.”
“The good news is that he was a pretty good judge of investments. He grew the trusts considerably. That’s how he was able to cover up the theft. He basically took the profits he made and hid them.”
After a long minute of consideration, Peter spoke. “Do we know who these bad people are?”
The accountant nodded.
“Was he money laundering or investing for these bad people?”
“Money laundering, mostly.”
“Give me the names and amounts.” An envelope changed hands. It contained a hard copy of the list and the flash drive. He also handed them the computer.
After the accountant left, Peter and Michael sat beside each other in their main conference room, reviewing the spread sheet the account had just delivered, the anti eavesdropping device humming in the corner.
“What do you think?” Michael finally asked.
“I think we know who is behind the hitters. Zapata is one mean hombre. And now money stolen from him is in Rachael’s name in Mauritius? Not good. The others are not really violent, but Zapata’s not going to stop.”
Michael nodded grimly.
“Let’s get some intel on him. Everyone has a weak spot.” Michael did not seem convinced as a fresh wave of fear passed through him.
Six hours later, he called Michael into the conference room.
Peter was old fashioned. He carried a paper notebook and hand wrote his thoughts.
“There may be some good news. This guy is vicious but he will negotiate. The only two things he seems to hold dear are money and family, particularly his sister and little nieces. Unfortunately, his sister is here in prison and the best lawyers with the best connections can’t get her out. She’s one mean bitch as well. She was raped a couple of times and nearly beaten to death. They branded her and cut her up bad. Ripped her plumbing up so bad, she can’t have kids. Educated in the States, before she and her family were deported as illegals. DEA dragged her across the border last year, but Homeland now has her under the Patriot Act.”
“PCHA (Post Conviction Hearing Appeals) petition or amnesty?” Michael asked.
“Can’t do amnesty – too much publicity and it’s election time. We can look into the PCHA route, though. There are a number of criminal judges on that list. If we can get her a new trial, bail won’t matter, but we’re getting way outside the lines here. I will not stoop to extortion. Someone will have to negotiate with him.”
Michael nodded agreement.
“Let’s have Marissa look over the transcript and see if there’s anything there. At least we know who is behind the hitters.”
A thought hit Michael. “Peter, what about a trade. You said she was being held by Homeland Security? What if we can give them some of this in return for her freedom? Some of the stuff David had on these guys could be real helpful to Homeland. CIA could squeeze them like an orange.”
“Same problem. Someone will have to negotiate.”
Grimly Michael said, “I’ll go if we have a deal with Homeland and CIA.”
Michael was numb from the bouncing of the jeep over the goat paths they called roads. They drove through the mountain passes and across the arid deserts. They wanted to confuse him. He smiled inwardly. Not likely.
Finally they drove through a small village and up to a high, reinforced steel gate. They roughly put a bag over his head. It smelled of sweat and feces. The jeep lurched up the driveway, almost throwing him out. He grabbed the handle below the windshield, certain they were toying with the “Gringo”.
He was led into a building, searched very thoroughly and led through another door back into the heat.
“Strip”
Michael slowly removed his clothing, holding each piece out to be taken. He stood still. Waiting. Not his first rodeo.
A small hand lifted his flaccid cock and giggled. “A shame to have to cut this off.” A girl said in Spanish.
“Te gusta?” (You like it?) He said, hoping to sound confident and unconcerned.
“Maria, get out of there!” The voice of authority. “She is right, though, it is impressive.”
“Thank you.”
The bag was removed and he gulped the fresh air.
A young man with an AK over his shoulder handed him a pair of swim trunks, motioning Michael to follow. They led him through another building and onto a pool deck, then over to a large table beneath a huge canopy.
A small, slightly cherubic man sat in the shade, slowly puffing on a cigar.
“May I sit Mr. Zapata?” Michael asked, showing respect.
“Of course.” Motioning to a chair opposite him.
After a long pause, “My sincere regrets on what those animals did to your daughter. I would have been a bit more direct in dealing with them.” Another pause. “You were once a man of violence?”
Michael nodded.
“Tell me. Why did you not feed them their testiculos (balls)?
Michael considered the question carefully. “16 years ago I left the world of violence for my little girl. She is my life. Had I returned to the world of violence, I would have lost her. I also wanted to get all of them.”
“Did you?”
Mr. Zapata scanned this American’s hard gray eyes. “Not yet,” Michael said softly, “but it’s in motion.”
“And now you are here to talk to the viscous drug dealer. Why?”
“My daughter is with the Walsh family.” Michael watched the brown eyes turn hard with anger.
“Then you should remove her. I have no interest in harming your daughter.”
Michael realized that intelligence of this man, so he laid the information on the table.
“Mr. Zapata, I cannot do that. When my daughter was broken, Rachael Walsh helped her to stay alive. I owe her my daughter’s life. I think I can, however give you a number of reasons to consider my request.”
Silence for several minutes as both men evaluated the other.
“You have his files?”
“Yes.”
“You know he stole from me?”
“Yes.”
“You wish to offer me my money to protect your daughter?”
“No. The money is yours and will be returned with interest when the girls are safe.”
Surprise registered on his face, though he quickly masked it.
“Then you offer your life in trade?”
“If necessary, yes.”
The little man laughed. “I like you Gringo.” He waved over a waiter and ordered a bottle of Tequila. “Please call me Miguel.”
“I already know your offer. As soon as we found the Laptop gone, I knew you would figure out how to use the information. You are offering to broker the deal for my sister, no?”
“I already have.” Miguel’s eyes widened noticeably and he stood abruptly causing the guards to un-sling their weapons. He motioned them down. Slowly Michael stood. He did not trust the guards.
“She has been transferred to a Arizona facility near the border.”
Tears filled the small man’s eyes. He swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure.
“When?”
“As soon as I have your word that instead of being targets, the Walsh family is under your protection.” Michael held out his hand.
Instead of shaking Michael’s hand, the smaller man wrapped him in a bear hug and began to cry. After a few moments, Miguel fled into his house motioning Michael to sit back at the table. Michael saw him pacing inside speaking too rapidly for him to catch, but he sounded beyond happy.
After about an hour, he returned in swim trunks. The drink in front of Michael remained untouched.
“You said maybe tomorrow?”
“I take it we have a deal?”
Miguel nodded emphatically, “Yes, yes….”
“If I may have my satellite phone, I will put it in motion.”
He dialed Peter. “Mike here. Cherokee. Repeat Cherokee.”
“Where does he want her?”
“Where is she now?”
“Nogales.”
Covering the phone, ”She’s in Nogales now. If you don’t want her there….” Michael stopped as he nodded emphatically. “Nogales is perfect. I have many friends in Nogales.”
“When can we get her across the border?”
“As soon as you tell me you’re ready.”
Again covering the phone, Michael fought getting caught up in this man’s enthusiasm. “When can you have your friends ready to receive her. It looks like we can get her home today.”
He ran inside again. Michael heard the joy in Miguel’s voice as he spoke with his friends.
“They will be there in 20 minutes.”
“Half an hour to an hour OK?” Michael said to Peter, accounting for Latin enthusiasm and time accuracy.
“Done.” Michael simply hung up because he did not trust Miguel.
A squat, older woman in a bright dress came to the table. Michael rose and was engulfed in her arms as she repeated “Thank you” in Spanish over and over. Miguel told her to prepare some dinner.
Miguel saw the untouched drink. “You have manners, Gringo.” He reached for his drink as Michael reached for his.
“To family.” They said in unison.
Michael could not leave until Miguel’s sister arrived. At first, he thought it was to ensure she arrived safely, but they received confirmation of her release as soon as she crossed the border. He realized that he’d become a friend of the notorious drug dealer and he wanted to introduce him to his sister.
The festive preparations spread to the little town. Nearly a thousand people lined the street when her car drove through. She stood through the open sunroof and waived gaily to her people, a ransomed queen returning to her castle.
He didn’t want to interfere. The contagious happiness and Tequila had infected him as well. The thought of Beth overwhelmed him. At last he began to think of holding his daughter and lover.
“You seem far away, Gringo.” Maria giggled. Miguel had spoken of her. She was 15 and had lived in the compound ever since Miguel learned that her father had molested her. Her father died with his penis stuffed in his throat. She was very pretty, barely over five foot tall, maybe a hundred pounds with 32 C chest and a magnificent ass. She was also an outrageous flirt.
Miguel came over and pulled him to his sister.
“This is the Gringo. He comes here with no help to protect his family! A brave man. Gringo, this is my sister, Rafaela.” He bowed slightly, drunk.
“How do you do?” Perfect English, but then she had been educated in the US. She was slightly taller than Miguel, with smooth dark skin and brown eyes that seemed look into a man’s soul. She dressed in slightly baggy clothes, but he supposed that was from Prison food. He guessed she had 32 B breasts and probably weighed less than 110 pounds.
“Miguel has told me about you. You are a very clever and brave man. He said you offered your life to protect those you love.” Her eyes softened with kindness like Rachael’s. “I like you, but I must attend my other guests.”
He watched her move through the crowd, greeting this retainer but never fully a part of the celebration. It finally dawned on him! She headed this family.
No one had spoken about where he was to stay that night, so he stayed on the pool veranda as the party wound down. He lay down in a double chaise, realizing that he had been awake for more than 24 hours.
Just as he dozed off, Rafaela strode out, onto the deck and walked to him.
“I know it is terrible manners not to have you put in one of the guest rooms, but I wanted to talk with you.” She had delicate features. “Miguel says your daughter was raped.” Michael nodded silently. “And now?”
“I don’t know. The last time I saw her, she seemed to be coming out of it. She had just made love to a man for the first time and it convinced her there was a future. She’s with the family of a guy who stole from you”
“Walsh was a pig.” she spat.
“He raped his daughters and gave his wife as a sex toy for others. It was his son that led my daughter’s rape.” Even though he tried to hide the pain it was obvious the agony even talking about it caused.
“I have seen the photos.”
“Was this man who made love to your daughter a good man?”
“I can’t judge. I am her lover.”
“I know that as well, Michael.” Her hand rested on her arm as she gazed at the stars on this moonless night. “They are as safe as I can make them. I swear.”
“You have brought me a new life. But the past is always with us.” She continued, looking into his eyes wistfully, a vulnerable little girl.
She told him about herself, her words filled with sadness. She did not know her father. She had lost her mother long ago. She told hom how she had sold her body for a position with a drug kingpin who already employed Miguel. When the kingpin died, Miguel became the nominal head of the family. They spoke of many thiings, gradually drawing closer.
“Tell me about Beth.” She sat on the edge of the chaise. He slowly reached around and pulled her close, moving over so she could lie in his arms.
“She is funny, pretty, sexy and when she’s happy, she lights up a room. She’s a fighter. She hurt so badly, it tore me apart. She said she was damaged goods. She is so wrong. She’s tempered steel with a warm heart and a need to be loved. When she was fighting through the operations and the pain, I told her someday she’d find a good man to give her virginity to. She didn’t understand that the body is just a building. It’s the soul that matters and until she shared her soul, she had never made love.”
Something he’d said had soothed her. Rafaela snuggled against him and fell asleep, thoroughly exhausted. He smiled inside. He thought she had been coming on to him. He closed his eyes, feeling safe in the compound of a notorious drug dealer.
He was alone when morning dawned, covered in a blanket.
“Good, you’re finally awake!” Rafaela bounced out of the house. She wore the smallest of bikinis and dove into the water with obvious delight. She swam swiftly but was clearly winded after a couple of laps.
“Come on in! There are trunks in the cabana.” Pointing to an open door.
He was back in moments, dove into the pool and swam hard for the other side, flip turned and returned to her.
“Showing off?”
“I guess I was.”
Her eyes grew serious. “There is a problem. We have contacted all but one group. We cannot seem to find them. If you go back now, you may lead them to your family.”
“I do not know where they are.”
“Too many people know you are here. They can acquire you and bring the family into the open. I have sent the other groups to hunt the missing one. If they can get the message to them, there will be no death. If not, they will wipe out those still hunting your girls.”
They swam for a time, Rafaela getting called inside frequently, but always returning. They ate on the veranda enjoying the shade and serenity. Hearing her name called, she ran inside. When she returned, she read the terror in his eyes. She gently shook her head. No news.
The girls came out to prance in front of the Gringo. Maria “accidentally” brushed her breast against Michael’s arm when Rafaela had gone inside.
Frustrated and on edge, he dove back into the pool and began a rigorous workout. After several laps, he realized that he’d neglected his body for several months.
Be felt the ripples of another body in the water and realized Rafaela was racing him. She was much faster than he thought. He had to strain all his muscles to out-touch her!
“Wow! You’re fast.”
“And competitive.”
“Rafaela?” Instead of going to the ladder, she put her hands flat on the deck and launched herself out of the water, her bathing suit clinging to her labia, inches from his face. Her bottom jiggled as she ran across the deck and into the house. Across the small of her back, she’d been branded. It read SLUT.
Left alone with his thoughts, he felt depression. So close and now they are still in danger.
She returned smiling widely. “We reached the last group. They were in the mountains of North Carolina.”
She saw that he really didn’t know where they were, but that she had aroused his suspicions. His eyes hardened. She cursed herself inwardly. Stupid! Stupid!
“Michael. I swear on my brother’s life that I was not trying to make you betray them. I was just surprised that they may be so far from home.”
She took his face in her hands, staring into his eyes. “I swear they are safe.” His eyes remained hard.
She leaned forward and placed her lips on his, trying desperately to fix her gaffe.
He felt her breasts against his bare chest, felt the need in her kiss as she pressed her pelvis forward, causing his cock to inflate. He began to kiss her back, his fingertips caressing her neck just below her ears. Their tongues intertwined in delicate maneuvers.
She pulled back a little. Tears streamed down her cheeks. “Oh God, I’m sorry.” She began to sob.
She took his hand and drew him back to a private part of the veranda.
“Truth.” She paused and took a deep breath. “ We know where they are. We have for some time. The lawyers couldn’t get me out, so we had to try something else. It was really about Walsh. We knew Walsh had contacts, but we couldn’t get to them. After your daughter was raped, you became a wild card. We tried to make Walsh desperate and he blew his brains out. When we found out Beth was with the Walsh women, we had to make you desperate. I thought if I could get to you, you might think of something to force Walsh to use his influence to get me out. He didn’t steal from us. He was paid to get me out. When he killed himself, your people got there first and took all the information. Threatening Beth was my last card. Beth’s safety for those documents. You came to Miguel. A man reputed to be a butcher. No protection. No guns. No help. You come here and I find you had already made the deal I had been dreaming of!”
Michael started to speak, but she put a finger to his lips.
“Beth was never in danger. Neither were the Walsh women. In my business, fear is a tool. If we could have taken the Walsh women without violence, perhaps we would have. But I would never have harmed Beth. I know too well how she feels.” Her head dropped and tears dripped onto the deck.
“When I met you, I could not believe my eyes. Here was a brave, handsome Anglo who had taken his broken daughter and made her whole. Then you saved me. When we talked last night I hoped you would teach me to love. But I was too tired and so comfortable. All I have ever known of sex is pain.” She started to cry in earnest.
He put his arms around her and pulled her to him. Moving backward into a chair, bringing her to his lap.
After a bit, he realized she was no longer crying.
She looked up into his eyes, “Will you make me a woman tonight?”
He knew Beth would understand. It was part of the price for her safety; at least, he thought wryly, that’s how I’ll justify it if it ever comes up.
Rafaela looked up into his eyes, her lips parted inviting him to close the distance. Their lips met in a soft, loving kiss. Her lips tasted of tears. She reached down to his cock. He pulled back and said, “Slow, Honey, savor every moment and touch.”
He lifted her off his lap, picked her up, her arms around his neck and said, “Take me to your bedroom.”
“Now?”
“Now.”
As she directed him to her room, he saw her mother peak from the kitchen. She smiled her approval as he winked at her.
As he carried her through the doorway, a startled maid gasped and scurried away. He gently laid her on the bed and lay down beside her. Late afternoon light coming through the curtains lent a decidedly wicked effect to the room.
He reached to kiss her, bringing his hand behind her head. She instinctively stiffened. He understood. He used a light, whisper touch as his fingertips stroked behind her left ear and down the side of her neck. She groaned with pleasure into his mouth.
His fingertips seemed everywhere, yet her bathing suit remained intact. He broke the kiss, his fingers tracing across her lips, enticing her tongue to lick them. She sucked two fingers into her mouth, licking and caressing them.
He kissed her again, a firm, passionate exploration, his tongue invading her mouth. It curled to caress her palette. He leveraged himself over her with his left arm. His right hand continued to explore her body, feeling the building tension.
He unhooked her top and began to remove it. Her eyes snapped open in terror. She saw something in his eyes that comforted her. She let him take the top from her and held her breath. Now he understood. Her right breast was scarred. They had tried to cut her nipple off!
He leaned over the mutilated breast, his hand cupping it, bringing the nipple into his mouth. She exhaled, a long release of fear.
His tongue circled the dark, damaged aureole, gently sucking it into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the increasingly hard nipple.
He decided to take a chance. She let out a gasp as he gently bit down.
She pulled his head to her breast, a delightful fire burning inside her. He sucked harder and she held harder. He bit down again. She squealed her pleasure.
His right hand drifted along her waist to the flair of her hips, snagging the side tie of her bathing suit and releasing one side of her bottom. His hand softly caressed her ass, kneading her soft flesh. He brushed her pussy from behind and found the wetness he had hoped. Perhaps more than he hoped.
She released his lips as her breath became irregular.
He pushed her on her back, throwing the bikini top off the bed. He began to kiss and lick his way to her sex. He made it a long journey, paying particular attention to a small scar in her belly button.
When he reached her belly, he untied the other side of her bottom. She lifted her ass as he pulled it away and threw it after the top. He kissed and licked her belly to a point just above her sex. To a scar just below her naval.
He shifted to get between her legs, the aroma of a fresh woman filling the room. He kissed the side of first one, then the other thigh, trailing towards her shaved pussy. He could see moisture oozing from the inner lips. As he came near, he blew warm air across her labia. She gasped with a sharp intake of breath.
Her hands found his head and pulled him into her nether lips with an urgency that made him smile. He licked her from her asshole to just below her clit. Using two fingers of his left hand, he spread her inner lips while his tongue caressed first one side then the other. He blew on the little engorged head of her clit. Her head rocked from side to side, begging in an unintelligible language.
Palm up he slid first one then two fingers into her sopping pussy, while simultaneously sucking her clit into his mouth. He curled the two finger upward to caress the spongy area of her inner tunnel, his tongue moving in a dance of lust with her clit.
She screamed her climax. Again and Again. He continued to torture her oversensitive pea until she forced his mouth away.
“No mas, no mas.” She wallowed in her world of sensual pleasure, eyes shut to concentrate on other senses.
He moved beside her, wiping his face on the beautiful bedspread. He pulled her into his arms. She sighed contentedly, snuggling closer.
The sun was touching the horizon when she stirred. She levered herself on one elbow, looking at this man with a magic tongue. She giggled.
He levered on his side a few inches from her. He searched her eyes in the fading light and found joy. He leaned forward and kissed her. She tasted herself on his lips. She began to crawl down to return the favor when he stopped her. “I want to make love to you now.”
“Please. I need you. Make me a woman.”
He pushed her on her back, but stayed on his side, exploring her sex. She was still incredibly wet.
“OK lover,” he said as he lay on his back, pulling her to his chest. “You’re in control.”
She raised her leg and straddled him. They locked eyes as she slowly moved down his body. She rubbed his cock along her slit, drenching the head. She grimaced as the head of his cock stretched her open. She was incredibly tight.
“Slowly, Honey.”
He took her hips and began to rotate them around his cock. She understood immediately and began a sensual dance of lust as he began to penetrate her. He moved his hand to the point of their joining, slowly caressing her clit in time to her silent dance. Her arms above high, her head moving in circles throwing her hair in sensual patterns. He brought one hand down, leading it to her clit.
He reached a hand to each breast, squeezing, caressing and pinching.
The pattern of the dance changed. She slammed herself down on his engorged cock. He pulled her forward and began to slam upward, into her.
She screamed in delight.
“Now! Now”
“I’m cumming”
Her pussy fluttered against his cock as they exploded together.
She collapsed on his chest. He pushed her legs straight.
She laid atop him with her face turned to the dying light. When she turned to face him, he said, “You are a beautiful, extraordinary woman.”
“I never knew.”
“What will you tell Alice?” he asked softly.
She bolted upright, looking at him with fear. When she saw no anger in his eyes she said, “When did you figure it out?”
“You knew my buttons. Your shaved pussy, some of the phrases you used….”
“Are you angry?”
“I should be, but, no, I am not angry. You were never the threat I thought you were. You made me feel so special giving yourself to me this way. It had to take enormous courage.”
“Even though I am a drug dealer?” she whispered.
“John Kennedy’s father was a bootlegger. The Rockefellers were so corrupt they passed the anti-trust laws. Americans are a strange people. If we don’t have the discipline to keep from using drugs, we export the problem and make the producers the bad guys instead of the users. How else are the farmers here going to feed their families when the government doesn’t help? When you rode through the village, I realized you headed the cartel. The people love you. Still, it’s dangerous. Sooner or later, they’ll drop a smart bomb on this house and I will lose someone I love.”
“What did you say?” Her eyes were pleading.
“That I love you? Do you think I was mechanical? I made love with YOU. I know more than you think. Gang raped at 15, again a year later. Mutilated because you refused to surrender. You will never have babies. I was surprised that you kept the scars, but they remind you of how tough you have to be. You and Beth are very similar. She would like you.” He smiled at her. “And that’s high praise.”
“Are you going to let me go tomorrow?” He said with humor in his voice.
“That depends on how you perform tonight. You still have two virginities to take.” She said with a broad smile on her face and a suppressed giggle.
Inwardly he grinned and thought, ‘that’s why I started early.’
They showered together in her enormous bathroom, and dressed for dinner. As we left the room, Rafaela spoke to two maids who scurried into the room to make it fresh for tonight.
They sat on the cool veranda. Two servants brought simple, but spectacular food and wine.
They spoke about little things, content in the knowledge that they had many hours until parting.
A simple fruit desert and coffee was served.
As they sipped the bitter blend, Rafaela began to speak. “What will you do when you get back?”
“I’m really not sure. I practice law to earn money, but now that I have enough money I’d like to take a break. After the last year, I’d like to find a place by the sea and be with the people I love and help Beth heal.” He said softly and paused. “Want to come with us or are you going to keep me as your love slave?” He said impulsively.
She laughed softly, but did not answer. “I won’t keep you as my love slave. But you’ll have to tell Beth that she may have to share.”
He saw the shock of his impetuous suggestion.
He stood and helped her stand, pulling her chair out. Hand in hand they climbed the stairs to her room

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