Nexwave Erotic

The Big Time Pt. 06

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*Chapter 6: The Proof*

*1:07 pm. Monday, June 2. 42nd Precinct Police Department. Los Angeles, California.*

Michael’s eyes slowly drifted open as he felt his face getting slapped lightly. At least one of his eyes did; his left eye was almost swollen shut.

“Wake up kid.”

Michael sat up on a hospital bed and looked around. Through his restricted vision he could tell that he was in a small infirmary. A gruff doctor was looking at him with his hands on his hips.

“Where am I?” Michael winced and rubbed his jaw. It hurt to speak.

“You’re in the infirmary. You got a pretty bad bump on your head and a small cut on your cheek,” said the doctor. “Not to mention some heavy bruising all over your face.’

“Yeah I can tell,” said Michael as reached behind his head and felt the large lump under his hair.

“Next time, don’t get into a fight with a guy who has any friends. You’re lucky the police stopped him before he killed you.”

Michael tried to get out of the bed but found that he was cuffed to it. “I guess I’m in even more trouble than I was before.”

“Not really. Fights happen in there all the time and that guy whose face you stomped in was streetwalking trash. He’s not going to do anything,” said the doctor.

“Hey, you done with him?” asked a uniformed police officer entering the infirmary.

The doctor looked up. “Yeah, he’s fine.”

The cop detached Michael from the bed before cuffing his hands together and leading him out of the room. “Where are you taking me?” asked Michael.

“You get your own private cell now.”

“What?! What are you charging me with?”

“Nothing yet. You’re waiting in there until we sort things out.”

“What is there to sort out?! He hit me first!”

“Yeah, and you hit him back. Listen, you’re not doing yourself any good.” The cop opened a cell and shoved Michael inside. “Sit down and shut up. You got lots of time on your hands.” The cell door slid shut with a bang.

“Don’t I get a phone call?!” yelled Michael.

The cop ignored him.

*12:41 pm. Tuesday, June 3.*

Michael was sitting on his hard bed, wide awake but exhausted. The lump on the back of his head prevented him from getting into any sort of comfortable position to sleep so he simply sat in his cell all night thinking about the last few days of his life. It was a whirlwind certainly, but he had no intention of just riding it out. He was going to fight his way out of it and regain some control.

In order to do that, he pushed Kirsten to the backburner of his mind. A more immediate concern was retaliation against Eliza. She was going to pay for what she had done. Once Michael got out of his cell, he was going to make sure that she gets what she deserves.

A cop walked in front of the cell and tapped the bars with his nightstick. “Hey. You’re free to go.” It was the same cop who had arrested Michael in the first place.

Michael stood up. “Mind if I ask why you kept me in this cell overnight without charging me with something?”

“I don’t mind,” said the cop. “But you might.”

“What does that mean?”

“If you ask, I’d have to say that we’re charging you with two counts of aggravated assault and one count of attempted kidnapping. All against a celebrity of all people. You wouldn’t stand a chance.”

Michael wanted to beat this man’s face in with the nightstick he was holding in his hand. “Attempted kidnapping?!” The cop nodded smugly. Michael gritted his teeth. “Where’s my stuff?” The cop tossed him a wallet and a cell phone. “Hey! Where the hell is my money?” The cop shrugged. “LA’s fucking finest,” said Michael as he tried to walk out of the cell.

The cop grabbed Michael’s shirt and pushed him up against the bars. “I’m doing you a fucking favor. If you wanna stay here I can make you stay here!”

Michael rubbed the back of his head again. “Fine.” The cop let him go and Michael went three steps before he collapsed to the floor.

***

*Eliza Dushku’s home.*

Eliza wrapped a towel around her hair and walked out of her bathroom. She padded down the hall to her bedroom. The towel wrapped around her body hit the floor and she began to spread some lotion on her arms and legs. She had just finished her workout for the day and was ready for a nice, hearty lunch. She picked up the cordless phone sitting on her bed and dialed a number.

“Hey Sarah, up for lunch?” said Eliza.

“Oh hi Eliza,” replied Sarah Michelle Gellar. “I was just about to call you. Yeah, lunch sounds good.”

“Freddie won’t be tagging along will he?” asked Eliza with obvious disdain in her voice.

“No he won’t. He’s meeting with Simon today.”

“Again?”

“Yeah. He keeps telling me that Simon needs him for this or needs him for that. Who knows?” said Sarah.

Eliza smirked. “I think I know.”

“You don’t know anything Eliza.”

“Come on, you know that’s how Simon is,” said Eliza. “It’s not like that kind of thing hasn’t happened before.”

“Not to my husband, alright?” said Sarah. “So, the usual?”

“Sure. I’m down for the usual.”

“Okay, see you soon.”

“Bye.” Eliza turned the phone off and flipped the phone onto the bed.

*1:01 pm. Good Samaritan Hospital.*

Michael’s eyes shot open. It was the second time in three days he woke up with a throbbing headache. He looked around quickly and noticed he was in a noisy emergency room. He swung his legs off the bed. His shirt and coat were hanging on the wall near the window. As he was getting dressed he noticed his reflection in the window. The doctor from the police station was not kidding; his entire face was swollen with bruises.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing!?” asked a pretty, young redheaded doctor with a dozen clipboards in her arms.

He turned his head. “What? The police still want me?” said Michael. His face contorted from the pain of moving his mouth.

“I’m not done examining you!” said the doctor as she walked up to him quickly. The name tag read “Dr. Cotlon.” “And no. The police are done with you. They said they don’t want no goddamn fucking troublemakers and that you were free to go. Um, their words, not mine.”

“Good. Then I can leave.” He stepped past her. She reached out and grabbed his shirt, inadvertently dropping all the charts she had in her arms.

“Oh, geeze!”

Michael sighed and helped her gather all the clipboards. “You’re obviously very busy. I’m sure there’s more important people to take care of.”

“Mary! Where are those damn charts?!” A middle aged doctor walked up to them. “Well?”

“I’m sorry Dr. Moor. I was on my way but this man is trying to leave and I haven’t finished with him yet,” said Dr. Cotlon.

“What’s wrong with him?” asked Dr. Moor.

“Well he got into a fight in the LAPD holding cell. They got him pretty badly but they said he got in a few blows to-”

“MARY, what is wrong with him?” asked Dr. Moor sternly.

“Oh um, he has severe bruising on his face, a small lacer-”

“Not the obvious part! What is wrong with him?!”

Dr. Cotlon looked like she was going to cry. “They said he hit his head really badly, knocked him unconscious. And about twenty minutes ago he fainted. I think he may have a concussion.”

Dr. Moor took a penlight out of her pocket. “Hold still,” she said to Michael. Dr. Moor checked Michael’s pupils and then felt the lump in the back of his head. “Where are the x-rays?” Dr. Cotlon held them out as best as she could from under the pile of clipboards in her arms.

Dr. Moor took the envelope, opened it, and put the sheets against the light panel. She quickly examined them. “You’re fine. It’s a very minor concussion. It looks like exhaustion made it worse than it was. Go home and get some sleep.” Then she turned to Mary. “You’re in an ER, Dr. Cotlon. MAKE DIAGNOSES FASTER.”

“Yes, Dr. Moor,” said Dr. Cotlon as she looked at the floor.

“Now come on.” She turned and began walking down the hallway. Dr. Cotlon followed.

The look on Dr. Cotlon’s face was heartbreaking. Michael stopped her. “Don’t let her get to you, doc. She probably gets off from telling the new people what to do.” Michael tried to smile but it came out like a grimace.

Dr. Cotlon looked at Michael, the frown slowly disappearing from her face. “Thanks sir. Could you pull the pad of paper out of my pocket?” Michael carefully took the pad out of her coat pocket. “Hold it for me?” She scribbled on the pad. “That oughta take care of the swelling and soreness.”

“Thanks.” Michael tore the prescription off the pad and put the pad back in the doctor’s pocket.

“Make sure you talk with the secretary before you leave.” She looked at the chart on the top of the pile. “Jake.”

“Close. Mike, actually.”

She smiled shyly. “Oh. Whoops.”

“I think the queen is waiting,” said Michael. Dr. Moor was standing at the end of the wall, tapping her foot impatiently.

Dr. Cotlon spun around. “Oh. Thanks.” She began walking away. Then she spun around again and walked up to him. “My name is Mary.” She reached out to shake his hand and dropped all the files again. “Damnit!” Michael chuckled and helped her pick everything up again.

“Nice meeting you Mary,” said Michael.

“You too!” She then turned and went back down the hall, muttering, “I am such a klutz!”

Michael went to the front desk and the secretary had him sign some insurance forms. Then she handed him his personal belongings that the police had left. He checked his wallet; it was still empty, there was not a dollar left. At least his cell phone still worked. Michael walked out the front door of the hospital and called Simon.

“Simon?” said Michael.

“Oh hey Mike. I’ve been trying to get in touch with you. Where’ve you been?” asked Simon.

“Jail. And a hospital.”

“What? What happened? Are you okay?” asked Simon quickly.

“Just come and pick me up,” ordered Michael.

“Where are you?”

Michael stood and looked around. “Good Samaritan. I’m right out front.”

“Okay, stay put. I’ll be around to pick you up right away.” Simon hung up.

Michael closed his phone and rubbed his jaw. He looked down at his shoes; they were splattered with the blood of the man who had tried to take his shoes. The smell of his friend was ingrained in Michael’s newly lumpy head. Michael gritted his teeth as he recalled how Eliza had put him that situation. The look of fear that Eliza put on her face when he pinned her to the wall angered Michael to no end. It was her fault he was in that holding cell and it was her fault that he got his face beat in by a fetid biker who did not enjoy watching his friend get his ass kicked.

He looked at the prescription Dr. Cotlon had given him. Even if Michael could see clearly with both eyes, he would not be able to read what she had written. Ten minutes later Simon rolled up the driveway in a shiny black Mercedes-Benz and got out of the car.

“Jesus,” said Simon as he got his first glimpse of Michael’s face. “Michael what happened?”

“I’ll tell you on the way.” Michael stood up unsteadily.

Simon jumped forward and supported Michael. “Tell me when we get to the office alright?” He helped him into the backseat. Simon got into the driver’s seat and pulled out of the driveway.

Michael leaned his head back but quickly leaned forward again as the bump unleashed a burst of pain into his head. “Shit!” he grunted.

“My god, are you alright?”

“Do I look alright?!” snapped Michael.

“Michael!” admonished Simon.

Michael opened his eyes and looked at the person sitting in the passenger seat. Nicole Kidman was looking over her shoulder at him with genuine concern on her face. “Oh. I’m sorry,” said Michael as he looked at the Australian beauty.

“Mike, this is Nicole Kidman. Nicole, meet Michael Torbin,” said Simon. “She and I were just finishing lunch when you called.”

“Sorry to interrupt.”

“Oh it’s no problem Michael,” said Nicole. “You look like you need Simon a lot more than I do at the moment. What happened?”

Michael looked into the rearview mirror at Simon, unsure of what he should do. Simon glanced at Michael. “I’m sure it’s not as interesting as he looks.”

“Come on Simon. It’s not like I’m going to run out and tell the tabloids what I heard,” said Nicole as she looked at Simon. “Besides, you can’t keep this a secret forever, someone will find out eventually.”

Simon sighed. “Mike, does it involve anybody famous?”

“You could say that.”

“Really? Who?” asked Nicole. Her curiosity was piqued now.

“Okay, Mike, not a word to anyone until you talk to me first. And only me,” said Simon. “Sorry Nic. I can’t let any rumors spread.”

“I’m dying to know now!” Nicole looked back at Michael. “Who was it?”

“Mike, don’t say anything.”

“Gimme a hint?” asked Nicole.

As beautiful as Nicole was, Michael’s face hurt too much to let that sway him into dropping names. “Sorry.”

She pouted just a tiny bit. “Okay fine. Simon, you’ll tell me once you find out, right?”

“Sure, anything for you Nic.”

*1:36 pm. Shooting Stars Talent Agency.*

When Simon parked the car, Nicole got out first and helped Michael get out of the car. Before she left she insisted one more time that Simon tell her everything once he was done with Michael. Michael was able to walk into the office building unaided and ride the elevator up. Everyone in Simon’s office stared at him as he followed Simon. By the time they got into Simon’s private office the whispers were already starting to spread. Michael sat in a chair and closed his eyes.

“Okay, Mike what happened?” asked Simon as he sat down.

Michael decided to give him the short version. All he wanted to do was find a comfortable bed and sleep until next week. But first he pulled the prescription out of his pocket. “Simon, can you get this filled?”

“Sure.” He called his secretary through the intercom and she came in and took the prescription. “We’ll have it back here in a jiff.”

“So. Here’s what happened,” said Michael. “I go to have lunch with Eliza Dushku. We have a, uh, dispute, and she tries to stop me from leaving.” Michael lifted his shirt to reveal the bruise left on his stomach from Eliza’s kick. “I grabbed her by the arm and pushed her against a wall. She suddenly turns into a damsel in distress and I get arrested.”

“They arrested you after she did that to your face?” asked Simon. “Must have been a hell of an act.”

“No, she didn’t do that. That happened in the holding cell. Some guy tried to take my shoes.”

“He messed up your face for your shoes,” said Simon as he pondered the situation.

“No. I messed up HIS face for my shoes. It was his buddy that got in two lucky punches and bounced my head off the bars of the cell,” said Michael.

“One punch is lucky, Mike.”

“Fine,” snapped Michael. “Look, they said they weren’t going to press charges or anything. So is this really all that bad?”

“It probably won’t be. It’s better that something like this happens now instead of later. Damage control is much easier at this point in your career,” said Simon. “Mind if I ask how you got a lunch date with Eliza? Is she the girl you THINK you’re involved with? What happened to Kirsten?”

“Yes I do,” said Michael. “No, she isn’t. And I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay. I’ll have a talk with Eliza, make sure she doesn’t say anything that could hurt both of your careers.”

“How about you say something that ruins HER career? That fucking bitch almost got me killed!”

“Michael, calm down. I’ll talk to her okay?” Simon’s phone buzzed and he picked up. “Excuse me,” he said to Michael.

“Your one thirty is here.”

“Tell him to hold on for a second. And get me a driver to take my client back to his hotel,” said Simon. He looked back at Michael. “What did the doctor say?”

“Stay in bed for a few days, which I fully intend to do,” said Michael. “I think I’ll sleep until the movie starts filming.”

Someone knocked on the door to Simon’s office. “That’s probably your ride.” Simon got up and opened the door. Allen was standing there with his hands behind his back. “Allen? What are you doing here?”

“Mr. Prinze asked me to accompany him. He’s been getting paranoid ever since he got married,” said Allen. “Your secretary told me you needed me for something?”

Michael twisted in his chair and looked. Then he craned his neck back. “Oh. Afternoon, Allen.”

“Is he okay?” asked Allen.

“Yeah, his doctor said he was fine. Can you just take him back to his hotel?”

“No problem.”

Freddie Prinze, Jr. peeked through the small opening between Allen’s massive torso and the door frame. “Simon?”

“Come on in Freddie.” Allen stepped to the side and let the prissy young man into the room.

“Wow, are you okay?” asked Freddie.

Michael squinted at him. “Do I look okay?” He stood up and walked past Allen out of the office.

“Sit down Freddie,” ordered Simon. Freddie sat as Simon went over to Allen and whispered, “Hey, this might take a while. So once you’re done with Michael why don’t you take a long lunch.” He smiled lecherously.

Allen sighed and nodded. Simon turned around and walked over to Freddie. He began massaging Freddie’s shoulders. Allen shut the door and choked back the bile rising in his throat. He spotted Michael leaning against a wall.

“Still in the Hilton?” asked Allen.

“Yeah. Is that my medicine?”

“Yes.” Allen tossed the white bag to Michael who bobbled it in his hands before dropping it.

“I can’t exactly see out of my left eye. Can’t you tell?” asked Michael.

Allen picked the bag up and pushed it into Michael’s hands. “Got it?”

They rode the elevator to the first floor and left the building, not saying a word to each other. Michael got into the front seat of Allen’s car.

“You’re not going to ask?” said Michael as Allen got into the driver’s seat.

“Not my place,” said Allen. “Sorry I missed it though.”

“Ha.”

They rode for a few minutes in silence. “How’s Kirsten?” asked Allen.

“You don’t know?”

“I haven’t spoken to her in a while.”

Michael got a small sense of satisfaction from that. “I’m not the one to ask.”

“Oh? Is something wrong?”

Michael chortled. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you’re asking about what happened between Kirsten and me and not about fat, fragrant criminal and me.”

“I don’t wanna know what happened between you and a fat, fragrant criminal. I get enough of that whenever I drive Freddie Prinze, Jr. around.”

“Yeah, well. Like I said, I’m not the one to ask.”

“What, did you guys break up?”

Michael shut his eyes. “Can you just take me back?”

“Fine. I’ll ask her myself,” said Allen as he took his cell phone out of his pocket.

“Don’t mention me.”

“So you guys did break up?” queried Allen.

“Just don’t.”

Allen shrugged and dialed Kirsten’s number. “Hey Kiki, how are you?…You don’t sound okay…Alright, so what’s going on?…You sure?…It doesn’t have anything to do with that punk Michael, does it?”

Michael slammed the bottom of his fist on the window. “What the hell are you doing?” he asked angrily.

“Lucky guess,” said Allen, ignoring Michael. “Want me to rough him up?…You don’t wanna do that Kiki, but I know someone who will…Okay, fine, I’ll hold off on that, but you just need to say the word…Want me to stop by tomorrow maybe? We’ll have lunch?…You’re probably right, okay, I’ll see you later. Bye.” Allen pressed a button on his phone and put it in the inside pocket of his coat.

The Major whimpered as his little guy stayed asleep.

“You’re making this harder than it should be, sub. Oh, and I so wanted to give us each a reward,” she said, bringing down the cat-of-nine-tails down hard on his side.

* * * In Ensign Weston’s quarters * * *

“Julia, you look so young. Are they making Ensigns out of school kids now?” asked Will as he sat on he bunk, listening to the sound of the sonic shower coming from the head.

“No I’m twenty three years old. I graduated the Academy a year ago. I know I look young. Some guys I go out with want me to play act like I’m fourteen and dress in high school uniforms,” she replied, shouting over the sound of the shower and through the closed door.

Will swallowed hard. He knew exactly what she was talking about because he’d had the same thought a few moments before. He’d missed out on dating while growing up on the Jupiter. His memories of a first kiss or first successful attempt at second base were just fairy tales conjured up in his mind.

“Do you like that I look younger than I am?” Julia asked through the door.

“Yes, as a matter of fact I do,” Will replied.

The sound of the shower ceased and she said, “That’s good. I don’t have much to offer up top, but that just adds to the illusion.”

Will chuckled at the thought and looked at her dresser and small desk. Both were covered with small pink baubles and figurines. One was furry and it moved. “Oh shit! You’ve got a furry pink rat in here!”

“Oh, that’s just my pet Tribble. Whatever you do, don’t feed it!”

‘No problem there,’ Will thought.

“You can pet it if you want. They like that.”

Will reached out and touched the thing. It was warm and it quivered as his hands passed over the fur. Throwing caution to the wind, he picked it up and held it in his hand as he petted it. It trilled with pleasure with the attention it was receiving.

“I think it likes me,” he said.

“Of course it does, it wouldn’t harm a hair on your head. Their love is the only love that money can buy.”

Will gave that some thought. “A dog will do the same thing.”

“But a Tribble has no teeth. It can’t bite the hand that feeds it and it won’t run away.”

Will turned it over and inspected it closely, looking for its mouth. In return, the Tribble trilled louder and pushed its body into Will’s cheek, tickling him.

“It is cute, I’ll grant you that,” he said, rubbing the little fur ball till it’s trilling was nearly constant.

There was a knock on the head door. Will looked at the entrance door and opened it. There wasn’t anyone there. As the door whooshed shut there was another knock on the head door. Not knowing if something was wrong, Will called through the door. “Julia, are you okay?”

There was another knock on the head door. Will reached over and pushed the override and the door opened.

There stood Julia in a Girl Scout uniform complete with a sash and merit badges. She wore a bonnet and had twin blonde braids cascading down to her hips tied at the ends with brown ribbon. She was carrying a box and an order form.

A younger singsong voice came from her lips. “Hi mister, my name’s Candy, wanna buy some Girl Scout cookies?”

* * * Outside Ensign Weston’s quarters * * *

Kirk, still holding the bottle of hooch, checked his breath one more time then pressed the chime. There was no response. He pressed the chime again and waited. When there was no response the second time he headed over to the hall intercom and pressed the button.

“Computer,” said the Captain.

“”Working,”" came the reply.

“Tell me the whereabouts of Ensign…Ensign…”

“”Would you like me to give you a list of all the Ensigns serving onboard?”"

Kirk sighed. He couldn’t remember her last name. He couldn’t remember her first name either. That would have narrowed the search. “Okay computer, start reciting…”

“”Working…Adams, Addams, Bartlet, Berringer…”"

* * * A few minutes later… * * *

“”…Whatley…Weston…”"

“Computer stop. That’s it! Weston. Tell me her whereabouts on the ship.”

“”Working…”"

Kirk looked up and down the hallway but no one was around. He uncorked the bottle and took a big swig of Scotty’s hooch. “Well computer?”

“”State the nature of your query…”"

“I just did! I need to know where Ensign…Ensign…”

“”Would you like me to give you a list of all the Ensigns serving onboard?”"

Kirk took another swig and leaned against the bulkhead. “Okay, do it once again.”

“”Working…Adams, Addams, Bartlet, Berringer…”"

* * *

“”…Will Kirk get an answer to his query? Will Major West need more stitches? Does Spock’s makeup match his shoes? Will Judy and Sulu run out of soap? Can Scott and Maureen play their duet without hitting a sour note? Are there wedding bells in store for Smith and the computer? Does Will get the cookies? Will Professor Robinson move from his chair? On which side will McCoy attach Chekov’s colostomy bag?”"

“”Tune in next time when we hear Spock say…”"

“My, you are a big boy.”

“Affirmative.”

“”…and we hear Uhura say…”"

“Whoops, I guess that was a little too tight. Don’t worry, after it’s reattached it will be just fine. Just a little smaller.”

“UM!”

“”…and we hear…”"

“”…Whatley…Weston…”"

“That’s it! Stop! Okay now tell me the location of Ensign Weston.”

“”Working…”"

“Well?”

“”State the nature of your query…”"

*

“”This and much more on the forth installment of the Still Lost in Space trilogy titled,” So Long and Thanks for All the Hooch.”

When his vision started to clear, he saw Black Tom standing over him, one ankle clutched in each giant fist, and a wicked grin on his face. “You like that, bitch?…I said, did you “like” it, slut?”…”Goddamn you…” “Y-y-yes, black daddy…I loved it…”

“Good…’cause now it’s my turn!”…”What?”… “W-what?…But I already…” Tom kept grinning, but now a thick string of drool and girl-cum dripped from one corner of his mouth. “My turn…”"Oh…no!” “No!” Suddenly, Tom shifted his grip, switched her ankles around and twisted hard, flipping little Marisa all the way over onto her belly faster than she could squeal. “Eee!…Oof!” Knowing what was about to happen, both Marisa and Carl began to panic. “No! No fucking way is this big nigger gonna fuck me! He’s too big! He’s too…”"Please…please daddy…I can’t…” Marisa began to scramble forward on the bed, clutching at the sheets for traction. But it was no use…Tom yanked back on her ankles and pulled her tight round ass almost to the edge of the bed. “Jes’ set still little girl…Tom’s gonna give you what you really need!”

Tom placed one big paw on Marisa’s lower back and pushed down, securing her to the bed. Then, standing between her thrashing legs, he parted her ass cheeks with his other hand. Carl heard him gather a large gob of spit in the back of his throat and then felt the slimy saliva and mucous splatter against Marisa’s tiny brown hole that puckered and tightened in response. “Oh Jesus”, he thought, “he’s really gonna do it! He’s gonna fuck her stupid!” That was, after all, what Carl had specified in his description to Lenny—a little white girl getting her ass reamed by a big black bull—he just never imagined he’d have to feel that monster tearing through his own twitching sphincter! Marisa was now breathing heavily, and Carl could feel her heart pounding with terror and…and what?…maybe just a little bit…of excitement? No. She couldn’t really be wanting this…her fear was real, he could sense that. But there was something else…a sick delight of some kind…not about getting her ass slammed…that was going to hurt…but what? “This will show him!” Who’s thought was that?! Was it mine, Carl wondered, or hers? Show who?

“You ready to scream, baby-girl? You ready to show daddy how you like it—hard and nasty from a nigga?” Tom didn’t wait for his answer—instead he just held Marisa’s hips down with both hands, used his thumbs to prie her pretty little ass-cheeks apart, and held her knees wide apart with his own. Then Carl felt a large, fleshy pressure against Marisa’s anus. “You better relax, baby…you know I’m comin’ in either way,” Tom warned. “Not on your fucking…” “Aah!” Marisa grunted, as Tom began to force his way in, “Oh, please!…wait…Ungh!” Tom’s massive cock-head began to force her small opening to widen and give. “Let me in, bitch! Let me in!” Tom grabbed the back of Marisa’s hair and gave it a hard yank, pulling her head almost all the way back. Her mouth formed an O and her tongue thrashed as Tom laid his full weight into her. Carl was screeching wildly inside her head, begging for it to stop, but he had absolutely no control. He was a helpless phantom inside Tom’s little meat-puppet. Mercifully, Marisa managed to release her hold on her sphincter before Tom literally tore it in half! As she relaxed the muscles, Carl felt Tom’s hard member slide into her bowels with a burning fullness—as if the largest turd he’d ever shat was suddenly going in reverse! Marisa screamed, but part of her took a mad delight in her own pain and discomfort. She yelled, “Yes! Yes, Daddy! Do it! Give it to me!” “What kind of sick little twat was this?”

Once he’d broken through the barrier of her anus, Tom began to buck and grind against her from behind, his hips slapping against Marisa’s firm, fleshy ass. Pap-pap-pap! “Oh yeah, baby…take that big meat…take Tom’s spunk up inside you…that’s what you wanted…” Marisa’s eyes had watered up from the searing pain, but also from the hysterical laughter that now burst from her mouth. “Ah-ha-ha! Yes! Harder! Do me harder! Let him feel it!” “Him? What the fuck is she…? “”How do you like it asshole? How do you like taking it like a bitch?” It was Marisa’s voice, but what the hell was she saying? And to who? Suddenly Tom jerked her head to one side, towards the closet doors across from the bed. They had long upright mirrors attached that reflected the whole perverse scene that was transpiring on the bed, just a couple of feet away. Carl first noticed the giant black mass that was bucking and ramming against the blurred image of a pale thrashing wraith of a girl. Then he focused in on the girl herself—long, thin white body, small perky tits, thick wavy auburn hair…and her face…lovely, innocent, familiar…”No…oh, no..it can’t be!” The pretty face smiled wickedly at him in the mirror, licked it’s soft pink lips, and gazed at him with sparkling green eyes. “Happy Birthday, Daddy! You evil fuck!” she said, “Hope you enjoy yourself with Tom…I know I am!…Harder, Blackdaddy, harder!”

When the driver finally managed to get the back door open, what he saw there was an image that would brand itself in his mind forever: Carl Jenkins, the wealthiest and arguably most powerful man in the city, hunched up on his knees in the back seat, pants wrapped around his ankles, white hairy ass in the air…he was plunging the thick shaft of a champagne bottle in and out of his asshole, grunting and squealing like a sick pig… “Harder, harder…!”

Lenny smiled as Carl Jenkins drove away, knowing he’d done his good deed for the month, if not the year. He’d have to lay low for a while to avoid Carl’s goons, if, in fact, the bastard ever came out of his electronically induced fantasy. Some never did. But he’d only set this one to run for a few hours, so Carl should only have to get slammed five or six times by Tom tonight. Unless, of course, he enjoyed it! Not unheard of either. Either way, a bastard got what he deserved, and one little girl would be very thankful…

I started caressing her second pair of inner and outer labia as I had the first, but by the time I was halfway back to her clit, I heard a gasp of pure pleasure. This time, when I looked, I saw Kelly’s face moving much faster as she sucked Duane’s cock in and out. Her lips seemed to be holding it more tightly, and I knew what that meant. Even as I watched, the muscles in Duane’s buttocks clenched, and he sighed and thrust his cock forward between her lips. The movements of her face stopped briefly, and I knew she must be catching the semen he had just ejaculated, probably on her tongue. He stroked into her mouth a few more times before all his movements stopped, and he relaxed beside her, a happy and contented smile on his face.

Before doing anything more, Kelly lay still, Duane’s cock protruding from her mouth. Holding it delicately between her thumb and forefinger, she removed it a few seconds later. She licked everything off the head, before turning it slightly and letting her tongue clean the semen from the slit and under the ridge. After swallowing everything she licked off the still-hard shaft and placed her thumb at the base, just in front of Duane’s scrotum. Her index fingers were around the top of his cock, and she slowly brought her hand toward her mouth, squeezing out everything inside. Obviously, she didn’t want to waste anything, because her tongue caught all the semen that oozed out of the slit. When she had gotten everything that had been inside his cock, she once more licked all around the ridge and across the head, and seemed to be trying to poke the tip of her tongue into the slit on the end.

When Kelly’s mouth finished cleaning off everything, Duane rolled onto his back, even more relaxed, except for his cock, which was still semi-hard. He is a virile man, and only about forty years old, and I was sure he would want more action after he had recovered from his climax. With such a sexy woman as Kelly Monaco to provide it, I expected it to be quite soon.

Kelly turned toward me, a very happy smile on her face and a few drops of Duane’s cum starting to trickle out of the corner of her mouth. She felt it there, and tried to reach it with her tongue. It was too far away, so she wiped it off with her fingers, and stuck them into her mouth so none was wasted.

None of Kelly’s delicious juices really went to waste either. The taste and the texture of the semen that Duane pumped into her mouth, and the sensations it gave her as it trickled down her throat, had brought her closer to her own climax. Kelly’s pussy gushed a fountain of fresh juices and, although I was unable to savor the delicious taste of all of it, I could relish the delightful aroma of what soaked into the bed. After my tongue completed sluicing up everything it could, I resumed what I had been doing before Duane’s climax, licking her engorged lips and probing between them.

By the time I reached her clit again, Kelly’s lower body was rocking from side to side on the bed, and her pussy was fucking strongly into my face. With her mouth no longer occupied, she was moaning from the pleasure my tongue was giving her, but she interrupted herself to tell me what she wanted.

“I love that, George! I love what you’re doing down there. Keep licking me, and make me cum.”

I was very glad to hear that, of course, but it was unnecessary. There was nothing in the world I wanted to do at that time more than I wanted to eat Kelly’s delectable pussy and have her cum while was doing it. However, I wanted to build her up slowly to that point, giving both of us as much pleasure as I could, and making her climax a momentous one. Although my tongue stroked delicately across the top of her clit hood, I avoided contact with the succulent morsel that had fully emerged from underneath. When it was time for her to cum, I would lick and suck her clit.

Again, I brought my mouth below Kelly’s delightful pink hole. This time, my tongue probed stiffly against the lowest edge of that hole, catching and relishing the drops of nectar that spurted out. Still taking my time and immensely enjoying every second of what I was doing, I started working my way slowly up one side of that exquisite hole, thrusting my tongue against the edge and probing under the inside of her inner lip. From stimulation of this extremely sensitive area, Kelly’s movements became more extreme. Her hips began swiveling and, besides rocking from side to side under my face, she started thrusting her legs back and forth, like pistons, over my shoulders.

Knowing how much pleasure I was giving to a beautiful woman like Kelly was highly flattering to me, and I continued moving my tongue, with extreme slowness, along the source of her fragrant juices. I alternated between licking and probing one side of her wetness and the other, moving my tongue back and forth over the bubbling pink caldron. Every time my tongue changed sides, it dipped in to taste the fresh nectar that was being produced. By the time I reached the top edge, Kelly’s whole body was thrashing on the bed, and her moans of pleasure were ending in whimpers.

As her movements became even wilder under me, I saw that her thighs had rotated slightly outward, presenting her pussy even more fully to my mouth. The time had arrived, I knew, that she was at her highest level of ecstasy, and it was time for her to start cumming. I moved my mouth up slightly higher, and engulfed her adorable clit. It was completely clear of its protective hood, and I had no need to move aside any excess folds. With my lips forming a seal at the base, my tongue caressed the engorged sides and top of her clit as I sucked.

“Uh! Uh! Uh!” Kelly whimpered for a minute or two, in unison, with the thrusts of her pussy against my face. “Oh! Oh! Yes!” she suddenly cried out joyfully, as she started cumming.

Her thighs squeezed my temples and her hands went to the back of my head, to press my face against her pussy. Kelly rocked back and forth, her ass actually rising from the bed, as she swung her legs wildly from side to side. For as long as she continued cumming, almost five of the most wonderful minutes of my life, my head was a very willing prisoner between them. I clung tightly to her thighs, keeping my mouth firmly around her clit, and licking and sucking until the wild ride ended.

It ended with Kelly arching her back and jamming her pussy against my face for a final time. After her great orgasm, she relaxed completely on the bed, eyes closed and with a blissful smile spread across her face. Her arms were sprawled out at her sides while her legs remained draped over my shoulders. Greedily, I devoured all the fresh juices that had spattered on Kelly’s thighs, crotch and the outside of her pussy. I wanted to fuck, and I was quite sure she did also, so I left the freshest and most delicious of her juices, the ones inside the wet hole that was their source. I was tempted to lick them out also, but they would be needed for lubrication.

Believing in being prepared, I had brought a supply of condoms with me. After crawling out from under Kelly’s legs, I went into the other room, got them from my pants pocket, and brought them back to the bedroom. Duane wanted to fuck also, but he was not quite ready, after coming so hard into her mouth, so it would be my turn first. I unwrapped one and handed another to him, although I thought it might be too small for him. After putting the condom on my cock, I got back on the bed and walked on my knees until I was between Kelly’s legs again.

Her eyes were open and she was still smiling, but her smile became much more lascivious when she saw my fully erect cock in its latex wrapper. “Can I get on top?” she asked.

Having a beautiful, small but bosomy woman such as Kelly, bouncing up and down on top of me or lying full length on my body are my two favorite ways of fucking. I had no trouble at all agreeing to her request and, after she had rolled to one side, lying on the warm spot that she had just left. Kelly swung one knee over my legs so she straddled me, and moved forward until her hands gently fondled my erection. She smiled at me and raised herself so her pussy was just above my cock.

With the fingers of one hand, Kelly held her pussy lips open, while she balanced her weight on the other. I held my cock upright while she lowered herself until the tip was pressing against her pussy lips, and rubbed it against the wetness. With her lubricating juices properly spread, she slowly lowered her body just enough to allow the head of my cock to wedge into her pussy. Kelly sighed happily, and stayed in that same position for a few seconds.

Fragrant lubricating juices were dripping out of her and running down my cock and soaking into the mattress. I hated the thought that I would not be able to relish their flavor and to swallow them, but at least I was able to enjoy their aroma, and they would perform the important function of lubrication. I knew Kelly’s pussy was tight, but I also expected her to impale herself on my cock, all the way so my pubic hair would tickle her bare and swollen lips.

She expected the same thing, and lowered her body a little farther, letting another two inches of my cock surge into her pussy. Kelly raised her body, paused, and lowered it, and more of my hard shaft was inside her. With one more repetition, my entire cock had been enveloped by one of the most beautiful pussies in my experience. She grinned lewdly at me, and shifted her weight.

“That feels really good, George. Let’s make it even better.” She raised and lowered her pussy and, this time, I fucked my cock up to meet her, bringing our bodies together with a wet noise.

“Mmmmm, but I know how to make it even better.” This time, she winked at me.

Kelly’s legs had been straddling me, but she straightened them out and leaned forward, until she was lying fully on top of me, in the female superior position. Since she is such a superior female, it seemed appropriate. Her arms were curled under mine, so her weight was supported on her forearms and knees, and her beautiful face was inches from my lips, so we could kiss if she felt like it. I loved every part of what she was starting to do, including the way her luscious breasts mashed into my chest, and her nipples dug into my skin. My hands lightly caressed the sumptuous curves of her waist and hips and ass but, best of all, was the way her tight, wet pussy squeezed my cock, sending waves of extreme pleasure throbbing through my body.

She kissed me full on my lips, before moving forward, pulling her pussy most of the way off my cock. With only the head still imbedded in her, she pushed herself back down my body, enveloping the entire shaft once more. When she had taken it most of the way in, I fucked toward her, meeting her stroke. When our bodies came together, it was with a pleasant squishing sound, and happy sighs from Kelly and me.

Once again, she stroked forward and back and, this time, I bent my knees spreading her thighs farther apart with my legs. This let an additional fraction of an inch of my cock slide into her pussy, and she sighed blissfully when she felt the deeper penetration. Over and over, we stroked together, quietly, except for our grunts and murmurs of pleasure and the wet noises of our bodies meeting. With every stroke, the opening to her pussy and the adjacent love channel were stretched anew, and the entire length of my cock was squeezed and released,

We were having so much fun, we had almost forgotten about Duane, but he hadn’t forgotten about us. He was fully recovered from being sucked off and cumming into Kelly’s mouth, and his cock was almost ready for more. Kneeling on the bed and holding it in one hand, he gently put his other hand on her head, wanting her to suck it again. Kelly looked up at him with her soft, dark eyes, raised her head and leaned toward him to kiss the head of the cock he was offering her, and lick it.

From her kiss and the strokes of her tongue, it became fully erect. Kelly looked down at me and said “Play with my tits, George.” She turned her face back to Duane and her mouth began pleasuring his cock again, sucking the thick shaft in between her lips when she moved forward on my body, and out when she slid back.

After we got a rhythm going, all three of us were deriving a tremendous amount of pleasure. Duane was having his cock sucked by an obvious expert, and was able to watch it slide in and out of her lovely face. My hard shaft was being squeezed and released by one of the most delightful pussies in my experience, while I fondled a pair of lovely breasts and my hands stroked the same woman’s truly gorgeous body. Kelly may have been having the most fun of all, simultaneously sucking one cock and fucking another, while her ass and hips and breasts were being gently caressed by me. She wanted to stretch out the joyful experience as much as possible, so Kelly moved her pussy and mouth slowly. Nobody said anything, except to sigh and moan blissfully, and the only other noises were the wet sounds of our two hard shafts going in and out of the beautiful woman we were sharing.

Having sucked off Duane once already, Kelly didn’t really want him to cum into her mouth again. What she wanted was to get and keep his cock good and hard so they could fuck, after she and I had both cum. After a long and completely delightful time, she felt her climax approaching and took Duane’s cock out of her mouth to hold it in her fingers. She licked the slit and under the ridge, kissed the head and grinned at him.

“Keep this handy, Slick. It’s your turn next, but in my pussy. Don’t forget the rubber.”

Pushing against my chest with her hands, she raised her upper body, and straightened her legs until she was kneeling over me in the cowgirl position. Kelly raised her pussy off me until just the head of my cock was inside, and lowered her body until my pubic hair tickled her almost hairless pussy. She had raised herself straight up that time, but for her next stroke, she leaned back. This time, her clit massaged the top of my cock, sending a current of pleasure, even more extreme, through my body and, judging from Kelly’s blissful moan, through hers too. I placed my hands on her thighs and, the next time she stroked off my cock and back on, I fucked hard up into her pussy, and pushed down on her legs. Our bodies came together with the same satisfying squishing noise that sounded so delightful, and I felt some of her juices spatter onto my legs.

“Yeah, George, like that,” she encouraged me.

Again, Kelly raised her body and brought herself down to meet my thrusting cock. The sound hat time was equally satisfying, but it was almost drowned out by our blissful duet of happy moans. Waves of exquisite pleasure swirled out from my cock, especially from where Kelly’s clit was rubbing against its top. Again and again, she raised her body and impaled it on my surging cock, moaning and increasing the pace with every stroke. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” she whimpered in time with the thrusts, and I moaned in unison.

Her movements, besides being faster, were more erratic and I feared she might fall off me. She wouldn’t have gotten hurt, because we were in the middle of the bed, but I didn’t want to interrupt the wonderful time we were having. Duane saw the danger too so he knelt behind Kelly and held her luscious breasts in his hands, keeping her in place and fondling her nipples at the same time. My hands on her legs continued keeping her strokes steady, and kept our bodies coming together solidly. Kelly noticed the assistance of both of us, and rewarded me and Duane with two of her extremely pretty smiles.

“That’s good, you guys. I’m getting ready to really cum, now,” she interrupted her sighs and moans and whimpers of joy to tell us.

Kelly started moving faster than ever and rocking back harder, scraping her clit against my cock. Bolts of pleasure shot through my body every time she moved, and I cold see her luscious body thrashing from side to side as she bounced up in down, held safely in place by me and Duane.

“Yes! Yes!” Kelly cried joyously. “I’m cumming!”

Kelly’s movements became wild, as her body thrashed above me, swinging from side to side and back and forth, a string of unintelligible sounds issuing from hr mouth. She continued moving up and down, while I thrust my cock into her pussy, feeling her juices spatter all over me. Seeing Kelly cum like that, thoroughly enjoying herself, was a glorious sight, even though Duane had her lovely breasts covered, and I couldn’t watch them bounce and sway.

Kelly’s back arched, suddenly, followed by a complete relaxation of all her muscles. Duane held her in position on top of me, not letting her fall. With three more thrusts of my cock into her juicy pussy, my own cumming started, a fountain of pleasure gushing through me, as I ejaculated into my condom. With a few more strokes, I spurted more semen, before totally relaxing on my back. Duane let Kelly fall forward, to sprawl on top of me, and I hugged her against my chest while both of us enjoyed the after-effects of our great climaxes.

By the time my cock softened and slipped out of her pussy, Kelly was ready for more. She rolled off me, onto her back and turned to Duane, who was standing beside the bed. “Are you ready for some more, Slick?” she asked him.

“Ready, willing, and able, Kelly.” He had put on a condom, apparently one of his own, because it fit, while Kelly and I were resting. Duane demonstrated just how ready and willing and able he was by pointing his stiff cock in her direction.

“Well, that doesn’t look too bad. Let’s see if you can fuck as well as you play poker.” She slipped a pillow under her head and lay back, her legs spread wide, waiting for him to join her and demonstrate.

Duane climbed back on the bed and knelt between her legs, aiming his big cock at the beautiful wet hole that was waiting for it. Kelly reached down and spread her pussy lips apart, presenting the best target she could. He moved closer and, when the tip of his cock pressed against her, Duane rubbed it in the wetness, spreading the lubrication. With everything in readiness, he held his cock against the hole Kelly was creating for him and pushed it firmly inside.

“Mmmmm,” she responded. “Yeah! Yeah, like that. Now, give it to me!”

Kelly was very wet from fucking earlier with me but, Duane’s cock was so much bigger than mine, it wasn’t easy getting it inside her tight pussy. After several firm thrusts, it was still only halfway in, and I could see how she was already being stretched. With no longer any need to guide his cock, Duane leaned forward, placing the palms of his hands on the bed on either side of the reclining woman. She reached down between her legs and, using her hands and fingers, spread open her lips and the tight hole they protected. With another strong shove, Duane’s shaft drove most of the way inside her wet and open pussy, eliciting a happy sigh from her. He slid his hands forward, and curled them under Kelly’s arms, which she raised in gleeful welcome. With his weight mostly on his knees and forearms, she would be able to move under him as much as she wanted.

Slowly, Duane backed most of his thick cock out of Kelly, leaving just a small fraction inside. Equally slowly, he plunged it back into her. When she felt his shaft filling her pussy, Kelly spread her legs wider, hooked them around his thighs, and pulled herself forward to meet him. Her pussy was so wet, their bodies seemed to slosh as they met. They both sighed happily, and he backed out again for another slow, deep stroke.

They continued fucking for a few more minutes, using the same kind of strokes. Kelly’s hands clung to Duane’s shoulders as she moved under him, meeting each of his thrusts into her pussy. She sighed and moaned from the intense pleasure his cock was giving her, and whispered how big and hard it was, and how great it felt. My own cock had become almost soft, and I stood by the bed while I removed my condom. Kelly saw it, covered with my semen, and made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.

“George, I gave you plenty of my juices. How about returning the favor now?”

I had no problem doing what she suggested, and got back on the bed to kneel beside her face. Without changing his long, slow strokes, Duane raised his upper body and Kelly turned her pretty face to me. I placed my cock against her lips. With her tongue, she pulled it inside her mouth and held it there with the fingers of one hand, while the other cupped my balls. Her tongue and the insides of her cheeks worked on it, and I could feel Kelly squeezing and sucking all the semen out of my cock, and running her clever little tongue all around. She opened her mouth again, and I pulled it out, and let her lick off the head one more time, before thanking me in dismissal, and once again concentrating on the great fucking she was doing with Duane.

“Let me do it,” she suggested.

“Okay.”

Duane remained where he was, his upper body above her, with his weight supported on his hands and his cock all the way inside Kelly. Pushing with her hands against his shoulders, she slid toward the head of the bed, pulling her pussy most of the way off his cock. She stopped before it slipped out completely and, flexing her legs against his, pulled herself toward the foot of the bed, enveloping his cock again. Duane thrust forward to meet her, and grins spread across both their faces from the waves of intense pleasure that swept their respective bodies. They repeated the same stroke over and over, both of them loving what they were doing. Kelly’s body started rocking from side to side every time she slid back to impale her pussy, and her head started tossing aimlessly on her pillow.

They continued fucking for a long time, her movements becoming more and more erratic as the level of her pleasure mounted. Finally, she whispered, “Okay, Slick. Really give it to my clit.”

Until then, she had been sliding back and forth, taking Duane’s cock all the way into her pussy, but with a minimum of contact with her clit. He changed that when he took charge again. Moving slightly forward on her body, he started plunging his cock into her pussy from a different angle, massaging her clit with his cock with every stroke, both going in and coming out.

“Yeah! Yeah! Like that!” she encouraged him. “And fuck me faster.”

Duane did what she wanted, because it was what he wanted too. He lowered his body, so they had full-length contact, but his weight was supported by his forearms, letting Kelly continue to move freely under him. Freely was exactly the way she moved, fucking back to meet him, with her body thrashing from side to side. Her pussy was dripping wet with her lubrication, and Duane moved easily too, and rapidly, driving his cock into her and scraping its entire length against her clit.

“Uh!” Uh” Kelly whimpered, in time with the surges of his cock into her and her thrusts back to meet him.

Abruptly, “Yes!” she cried out happily. “Oh, my God, yes! Keep fucking me. Give it to me.”

Duane had no intention of not giving it to her or not fucking her, and he drove his cock in and out even faster. Her legs squeezed his hips; her arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders, and she rode up and down with his thrusts, being mashed into the bed every time he rammed his cock into her pussy again. Kelly’s hands moved up and down on Duane’s back, her nails lacerating him, as she shouted unintelligible words that were obviously words of joy. When she climaxed, all her muscles clenched, with her arms and legs clamping even more tightly on him.

After her orgasm, Kelly sank into the bed, but Duane was neither ready nor willing to stop, and probably not able. He continued driving his cock in and out of her pussy until the muscles in his buttocks clenched and he gave an unintelligible joyful cry of his own. The thrusts of his cock into Kelly’s pussy continued, but grew slower and slower, until they finally stopped, and Duane collapsed on top of her. They lay in a happy pile for a few minutes, until his cock softened. He pulled it out and lay beside the tired but very contented Kelly. I got back on the bed and lay by her other side.

We stayed like that, side by side in the big bed, Kelly between Duane and me, and all of us happy and naked and satisfied. She rested one hand affectionately on my bare cock, which was flaccid, and one on Duane’s cock, which was almost at that state and still wore his condom.

“I had a great time today, you guys,” she told us. “I hope we can play poker again, maybe later on this week. I’ll even let you win again.”

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From her chest, his gaze went to her neck, and up to her face, where he stopped. Lucia was watching him with a crooked smile and knowing eyes. Her eyes were light purple, the color of amethysts, and a reason why she favored purple. Hugo”s own eyes opened wide at having been discovered. His cheeks turned red as he blushed, but he didn”t avert his gaze.

Lucia still didn”t bother covering up, but instead rested her head on one hand, and her other hand lay on her hip. “Do you know how proud I am of you?” She asked him, breaking the tense silence.

Hugo didn”t know what to say, so Lucia leaned in towards him and kissed him. It was just a normal kiss, one she gives him often enough just before he goes out hunting, but when she pulled back, she continued staring at him. Hugo saw something new in her eyes. He knew that look well, having seen it often enough in the eyes of every village girl, but this was the first time he had seen it in his mother”s eyes.

“I heard Anne was to busy to see you tonight.”

“Yeah, Jimba got to her first.”

“Well, since this is such an important and “dangerous” mission you”re going on,” she was using his own line against him, “I can”t let you go like this, now can I?” She reached over and ran the tip of one of her fingers over his hard cock. Wouldn”t want an Iron Head to chop that off, now would we.”

“Mom?” Hugo couldn”t believe what was happening here. Now, sleeping with a relation wasn”t that unnatural around here, after all it was a small village, but she had never shown such interest in him before.

She said no more as she took the blanket off of his naked body and slid closer to him. Returning her hand to his cock, she slowly pumped it, her strong hand being gentle for once as she ran it up and down the length of his shaft. Hugo tilted his head back and sighed. The hand job was quickly replaced by the touch of Lucia”s lips as she lowered her head into his lap.

Not as large as Jimba, he was still pretty big for his age, being around 7 inches long and half as thick. Lucia was easily able to take the entire length down her throat as she planted kisses on his balls. He could feel her throat muscles pulling the length of his cock as they tried to get it further down.

“Oh by the Earth Spirits, yes.” Hugo cried out. He could feel his cum racing up his cock.

Feeling that he was almost ready, Lucia worked harder on him, keeping him from pulling out of her mouth. When he did cum, she pulled it out a bit, just enough to keep the head in her mouth, so she could taste all of it as it sprayed inside her and down to slide down her throat.

“Oh mom!” Hugo said, his breath coming in pants, as Lucia looked up from his lap.

“I hope your not done yet, because I”m just getting started.”

Hugo had the same wicked grin on his face that Lucia bore, and once again she couldn”t help but notice the likeness he bore to her. Though his eyes would always belong to his father.

“My turn now,” she said as she sat back, her bed against one of the posts that held up the hut. She spread her legs open wide, and used two fingers to spread open her cunt. “It”s been a long time since you were last in here my sweet child. Ready to go back?”

Hugo was able to get his first close look at her pussy. As was tradition among the tribe, she kept her pubic hair to a bare minimum. It was always hot on the grassland, so they didn”t need the extra warmth. Most of the younger girls kept it shaved completely, preferring the baldness of youth, but Hugo knew that some of the mothers would leave patterns above their cunts. Lucia currently bore a triangle.

Her pussy lips weren”t fat and full like some of the girls he”s fucked. Hers remained inside her cunt, but her clit was sticking out, begging for attention. Hugo felt obliged to give it what it wanted, so he crawled around his bunk and leaned into his mother, her warm thighs pressing against him, keeping him from pulling back.

Hugo stuck his tongue inside her, his fingers replacing her own. He would pull out of her in order to lick her clit, then lick two fingers and push them inside.

“Oh Hugo!” Lucia cried out. “I … I can”t believe it … I came as soon as you touched me.”

This made Hugo even more eager to please and he went back to eating her pussy while using his fingers to rub and twist her clit.

“Oh… I”m cumming again.” She pulled his head up from her pussy and smiled down at him. “Hugo if you keep going like that your mother is going to cum her brains out.” He smiled up at her, pleased with the high praise. “And since I see that you”re still eager, let”s have some more fun. I can”t wait another second to feel your hard cock inside me.”

With that she pushed him back down on his back, his cock standing straight up. She climbed onto him, straddling his hips, and slowly lowered her pussy onto his dick. She moaned in pleasure as he slid inside her, while Hugo could only gasp. He wasn”t prepared for how hot the inside of her pussy would be. It was almost like sticking his dick into a fire pit, but this was also wet and comforting at the same time. Her pussy muscles massaging his cock, making it feel welcomed.

“Oh mom!” Hugo cried out as she started swiveling back and forth. His face scrunched up as her pussy went from comforting softness to a sucking beast. It felt like she was trying to rip his cock off, only to spit it back out as she pressed down with her hips.

Lucia wasn”t having as hard a time at this as Hugo was. She was able to keep a straight face, though she bore a wide smile, obviously enjoying the sensation of fucking her son for the first time. “Open your eyes Hugo,” she said. Hugo struggled to do so, but the sex was so good he was struggling every second. “Look at me son.”

Hugo managed to do so and he relaxed when he saw her smiling back down at him. He matched her smile and slowed his pace to better match hers. “That”s it, keep up with me.” This was even better now. He had more control, and he was able to move his dick around inside her. She hadn”t felt this good since she gave birth to him.

“Oh yes, Mom I”m going to cum!”

“Okay dear. Don”t fight it, just let it out.” She continued riding, and when he exploded inside her, she shook with her own orgasm.

When they finished, she crawled off of him and pulled the blanket back over his naked, sweaty body. “Good night Hugo. Get some rest now, you have a big day tomorrow.”

“Thanks mom,” he said through a yawn as he immediately fell to sleep.

“So like your father,” she sighed as she wrapped herself in her own blanket and also went to sleep.

As morning came, Hugo, Sgt. Joe, and Fubar found the whole village was out to greet them. Lulu had yet to emerge from his hut, and when he did, he was dragging a large bag of supplies. “I think I over-packed.”

As he approached the group, Luce started fussing over him, asking motherly questions like, “Did you remember to pack medicine.”

Lulu was getting annoyed, but everyone”s attention turned to Hugo as Lucia did her own motherly worries. “Hugo, your experience of the world beyond Grassland is not as important to me as your safe return.” She then hugged him, her arms wrapping around his back as she said a prayer to the Earth and Wind spirits to protect him. Hugo acted tough, breaking the hug quickly so as to not show weakness.

“Don”t be embarrassed! To be loved by one”s family is nothing to be ashamed of.” Sgt. Joe added.

Hugo blushed; remembering how “loved” he really was by his mother.

Lulu started to laugh and tease Hugo, until Luce took him in a giant bear hug, lifting him off the ground, and saying her own prayer to him. Lulu gasped as he felt his ribs being crushed and prayed to the spirits for help now. Fubar let out a lout screech, finding all this human emotion incredibly funny. This broke the tension, and the group was finally able to leave.

They didn”t get far out of the village before Jimba stopped them. “Hugo, I have a favor to ask of you.”

“Sure. What is it?”

Jimba handed Hugo a talisman with the image of a pentagram carved on its surface. “Take this to the Lightfellow family in Vinay del Zexay.”

When Hugo asked what it was, Jimba kept his answer vague, telling him that it belonged to a brave Zexen soldier who died long ago. “When you give it to the family, tell them that he died heroically.”

“The soul of a warrior… got it.” With that he pocketed it.

“When this is delivered, my biggest burden will be lifted.” Jimba prayed to the spirits for his safe journey, wished the same for Lulu and let them go.

“Hope you liked the first story in my Suikoden III series. As for the rest of them, I will post the first story for Chris Lightfellow, Geddoe, and Thomas, but the follow up stories will go only on my web site for now.”

The more Don drank, and the more Kara nodded and smiled and listened to what he had to say, the more aware Don was of her chest; her baby-tee didn’t leave much to the imagination. Tight as a drum, it showcased every curve, every bounce, and the swell of her nipples: apparently one of Kara’s superpowers was the power to go braless and still have her breasts remain perky and free of pain. “Has she always worn her shirt that tight? I’ve never been this close to her before”. Don bit his lip and tried to focus on her eyes, but every time, as if by magic, she shifted her weight on the couch, or leaned forward to pour more wine, and free of scrutiny, he drank in the sight of her. His cock was starting to stiffen in his pants.

Nervous, he began to stammer, mangling whatever witticism he had been trying to deliver, and Kara cut him off, leaning forward and giving his right knee a gentle squeeze. “Listen, Don,” she said, as his cock sprang to full attention. “Just relax, okay? You don’t have to impress me.”

He gurgled “Er?”, all his attention focused on that hand, its slight warmth, and his now-painful hard-on pressing up against his pants. “Why did I have to wear briefs?”

“Listen. J’onn asked me to get in touch with you and help you relax, and unwind. There’s an informal system in the League for this sort of thing that J’onn and Diana run. So that’s what I’m here to do. And you,” she said, frowning in mock severity, “are lousing up my mission.”

“Um,” he managed.

“Don. Come over here,” she patted the couch next to her, “and sit by me.”

Mute, he rose and sat next to her, palms on his kneecaps, back ramrod straight. He’d heard rumours, but he hadn’t believed that…

For all of her incredible bosom, the Maid of Might really did have a petite body. She had to look up at him to gaze into his eyes. “Tonight, I’m yours. All yours. But I’m not going to make the first move. If you want to have something happen, you have to make it happen. Okay?”

He just looked at her.

“Damn”, she thought. “Okay, I’ll bend the rules a little”. “Don.” She leaned back against the couch, and smiled, a friendly smile. “Don. Do you wanna make out?”

He blinked. “Make out?” What, was she Betty to his Archie? But the phrase, hokey as it sounded, had enough of an air of innocence to soothe Don’s anxiety. One lingering doubt remained, though. “Does your cousin know?”

“Kal?” She laughed. “Kal knows. Kal doesn’t care. He’s macking up Diana every week! For years now! That’s what got all this started.”

That was all Don needed to hear. Interrupting her, he said, “I’d like to kiss you,” his voice husky.

She smiled, and whispered, “Boy, you go for it.”

She tasted sweet, like the wine they’d been drinking. She caressed his tongue with her own and sighed happily as he explored her mouth. She rubbed his shoulder blades with a light touch and moved in closer to him. He ran his fingers through her hair, making one quick pass, her hair silky and free.

That, he figured, was enough attention to establish he was a gentleman. His hands dropped to her chest and reached up under her baby-tee. He took hold of her mammoth breasts, one in each hand, and squeezed as hard as he could. In their fullness, they exceeded his grasp, filling his hands, pressing back against him. She murmured, but didn’t complain. He couldn’t have hurt her if he had wanted to. He broke off their kiss and pulled back slightly, and Kara reached up and pulled her shirt over her head.

Her breasts, ripe, full, round, put every centrefold and pornstar Don had ever seen to shame. Kara giggled and shrugged her shoulders, and the jiggle and bounce of her chest proved they were implant-free. “What can I say? Yellow sun. There’s more to it than super-strength and flying.”

“You’re amazing.” His voice was reverent.

She smiled. “Thank you.” She leaned back against the couch as he brought his mouth down on her left breast. He kissed it, licked it, took her nipple into his mouth. She cooed and ran her fingers through his hair. He rolled her nipple between his teeth, feeling it harden. With his left hand he found her right breast and cupped it. Shifting his weight to rest on her, he suckled away.

Certain he couldn’t see her face, preoccupied as he was, Kara frowned and stuck her tongue out at him. No surprises so far—every man she had ever been with had grabbed her boobs as soon as he thought he could get away with it—but she had hoped… oh well. There was still a good chance. When Don came up for air she grinned a wicked grin at him. Reaching out to stroke the tentpole at his crotch, she raised an eyebrow.

“I make the first move, right?” Don said.

“That’s right.” Her voice lilted knowingly.

“Okay…” He began fumbling with his belt. Kara frowned mentally. His pants, not her shorts? In a moment he had his slacks at his ankles and kicked them off. He slid his briefs down, too, and his cock, long and strong, stood at attention. He swallowed, but Kara simply smiled encouragingly. “Come here,” he said, voice uncertain.

She leaned in close to him, hand reaching out for his member.

“No,” he said. “Could you… use your mouth?”

Kara blinked. “Damn”, she thought, but she didn’t say anything. She simply rose up into the air, hovering over the couch. Keeping her head in place, she rolled her legs away until she was over the couch lengthwise, her right side closest to the seat cushions. Then she descended again, her head coming to rest in Don’s naked lap. His cock was just a scant distance from her mouth. Delicately, she began to breathe on it, her breath cool. Don shivered in delight and became even stiffer. Without breaking his gaze at her face, he reached out with his left hand and began to stroke her pale blonde hair. His right found her gigantic tits and began to squeeze them again, first one, then the other, revelling in their fullness. As if that was the signal she had been waiting for, Kara floated up slightly so that her mouth was directly over the head of Don’s prick. She lowered herself onto him and began sucking his cock with gusto.

Kara had only slightly more familiarity with giving blowjobs than Don had with receiving them; Don had had one before, from his college girlfriend (they broke up shortly thereafter), and Kara had given two, both to Smallville High boys she’d dated, out of curiosity, back when she’d been living on the Kent farm in Kansas. Still, Kara knew the theory if not the practice. She and Diana had talked about it in bed.

Kara was totally bisexual. Perhaps this was because of her Kryptonian physiology, or perhaps it was just a random genetic trait, the result of whatever evolutionary quirk dictated sexual orientation in Kryptonians and humans. (Personally she leaned towards the latter. As far as she knew Kal was straight as an arrow. Or if he wasn’t, he kept it to himself.) Whatever the reason, Kara found playing with women to be as much fun as playing with men, and it hadn’t taken her long to find a playmate: Wonder Woman, it seemed, was equally uninhibited in her choice of lovers. Kara and Diana had begun their affair within days of Kal’s introducing them. The sex had been great from the start, so much so that even after Diana shocked Kara with the revelation that she had been, and continued to be, Kal’s mistress, Kara chose not to break off her own relationship with the Amazon princess. Though the idea that Diana was cheerfully screwing both her “and” her cousin was disquieting, Kara couldn’t bring herself to stop seeing her, or to ask Diana to break it off with Kal. Kal, she was sure, was equally unsettled, but both Kryptonians found Diana’s sexual prowess too addictive to give up. For Kara, and Kal, and Diana herself, truly satisfying sex required a partner who was equally strong, equally filled with stamina, and equally invulnerable.

Kara settled into a smooth, comfortable rhythm on Don’s cock. With her lips closed tightly around his member, making a hard seal, she licked him once, twice, thrice; then plunged all the way down, until the tip of his member tickled the back of her throat. She held him there for a long moment, then pulled up again, licked him three times, and deepthroated him once more.

Again and again she repeated herself, her mind elsewhere. She and Diana had started pretty vanilla: Kara would steal away to Diana’s private island and meet her there. Together they’d relax, bathe, and end up lying on a blanket under the palm trees, kissing each other at first, licking each other at last. Once Kara was admitted into the League, they had more time for each other, and not long after that Diana’s exile from Themascyra came to an end. Once Diana was able to bring her lover to her home, Kara had been shocked—but intrigued—to discover how Paradise Island brought out Diana’s old sexual habits, in particular the Amazon fetish for bondage. They’d started with friendly wresting matches, the loser owing the winner a tongue-induced orgasm, and had progressed into kinkier and kinkier games. Diana had found some creative uses for her magic lasso: for all of the power that Supergirl and Wonder Woman possessed, the unbreakable lariat could still make either one of them a prisoner, subject to all of the delicious sexual tension that that helplessness could induce.

Kara smiled to herself, thinking about the romps they had together. Her pussy began to get wet, something that Don’s tentative kisses and desperate groping hadn’t achieved. She didn’t vary her tempo, however. Up, lick, lick, lick, down and hold. She could hold her breath for more than an hour if she needed to, so she didn’t need to break her rhythm. Up, lick, lick, lick, down and hold.

“There are a few schools of thought on how to please a man with your mouth,” Diana had told her once, as they lay in each other’s arms, wrapped in postcoital glow. Kara remembered the scene: she had stretched and pulled her lover close, looking out at the moon through the window of their tower bedroom. An island breeze stole through the window, fluttering the silk curtains. It was night and the air, coming off the sea, was salty and chill, cooling their sweaty bodies.

“One says that you should think of it like a sprint: use your mouth like your womanhood, and stimulate his manhood quickly and relentlessly, until he can stand no more. Another says that it’s like a decathlon: as he gets used to one technique, find another. Lick him, but then suck him, now work him with your hands, now with your breasts, now with your throat. The unpredictability will make him mad with pleasure.”

Diana nudged Kara away and turned onto her side, facing the wall. Kara rolled over as well, pressing up against Diana’s back, draping an arm along her chest, below her breasts. Diana murmured with contentment, then continued. “And I won’t gainsay those approaches. But you, my pet”—Kara purred like a kitten, and Diana chuckled—”you should begin with the marathon. Go slowly, but with vigour. Find a good pace, and continue, and continue, and continue. That will play to your strengths. You’ll never get tired, and never get weak. They’ll try to outlast you… but they won’t succeed. And it will be joy to them.”

Kara could hear her smile. “The same joy I give to you. The same joy you give to me.”

Diana pulled away and sat up at the side of the bed. She turned her head towards Kara, serious now. “You asked me about how to satisfy a man in bed. I have something to ask you on the same subject…”

That had been Kara’s initiation into the League’s special missions. Normally it was a “quid pro quo” arrangement, where a member only was sent to relieve someone’s sexual tension after having their own tension relieved, but this had been a special case: J’onn was the one in need of release, and as he was used to shapechanging Martian women, Diana wasn’t up to the task herself. She’d needed help, help as tough and invulnerable as she was.

As Kara reminisced about what had happened next, her pussy now sopping, Don found himself unable to hold out. Kara’s mouthwork was simple and straightforward, but never flagged, never gave him a moment to dial down his need. If he closed his eyes, his cock became his whole world, and he couldn’t escape the pleasure; if he opened them, he saw Supergirl, young, pretty, barely legal (by Earth standards), the subject of the sweaty fantasies of millions, and she was bobbing up and down on his cock, her huge tits bouncing and and shaking and quivering in his grip, her nipples rubbing against his hands like rose-coloured pearls…

“I’m coming,” he gasped, and Supergirl cooed her approval. That put him over the edge. With a shudder, he burst, his semen pumping out in a rush of fluid. Supergirl didn’t stop her rhythm, though: she bobbed and swallowed, bobbed and swallowed, easily taking in everything he shot out.

Don’s head lolled back as he went limp: as his cock emptied of semen his body emptied of tension. He sank into the couch. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so relaxed, so content.

Kara, still floating over his crotch, kept at her work, more gently now, making sure he had nothing left to give. “Dove”, she thought, “you just cost me a hundred bucks”.

*

Ollie looked up when he heard the knock at the door. He frowned: his household staff knew better to disturb him when he was in the hot tub. He’d just finished an extended workout—he’d been practicing his archery and his judo—and he wasn’t as young as he used to be. His muscles had begun to stiffen, and without a good soak, he’d be in poor shape tomorrow.

He stroked his beard (blond, tapering to a sharp point) and considered, dark eyes narrow with thought. His valet had standing orders to wait until after Ollie emerged from the gym before delivering any messages. And if it was a League emergency… he glanced at the communicator he always kept with him, now flung carelessly, with his workout clothes, on the cedar bench on the far side of the room. Not blinking or humming, so he could rule that out.

Annoyed, he called out “Come on in!” and the door creaked open. The wisps of mist that poured out of the hot tub and eddied lazily around the floor began to swirl as a rush of cool air entered. The mist drew back, violently, then, instead of sinking backwards, it rose up in the air, thickening, growing heavier, making a curtain of grey vapour, a curtain that became a wall. In a moment the tub was surrounded on all four sides, trapped in a cage of heavy fog.

Ollie, coughing, splashed about, pulling himself to his feet. His hot tub was marble—Italian, grey with streaks of crimson—and circular, about eight feet in diameter. He stepped up onto the sunken bench that he’d been sitting on, water up to his knees. His mind whirred as he considered his position. It wasn’t good. Naked, alone, without his bow or arrows, he had no chance. He needed to get help. He stepped carefully around the perimeter of the tub to the far side. The cedar bench where he’d left his communicator was hidden behind the fog, but he knew where it was. With a leap he could reach it, call for help. He tensed to spring, but too late. A shadow fell across the seething mists. Someone had entered the room. There was no chance to run; if he jumped or stepped up out of the tub his weight wouldn’t be balanced. In close quarters like these, under circumstances like that, a child with an air rifle could have dropped him. He braced himself and took a fighting stance, his legs balanced, muscles tensed, arms up and hands tightened into fists. If he had to go down he’d go down fighting.

He heard something, a woman’s voice, but couldn’t make out what it was saying. Before he could react a cold rush of air blasted him, shredding the mist. He almost slipped and braced his legs to steady himself. By the time he had his balance again, the mist was gone, and the shadow before him had resolved into a figure he recognized.

Zatanna smiled up at him, sweetly. “Hi, Green Arrow. Is that a bow in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” She glanced his naked crotch. “Oops… I guess neither, huh?”

Ollie gritted his teeth and glowered. “Gee,” she murmured, “if looks could kill. Or if yours could, anyway.”

With as much dignity as he could muster, he stepped down, back into his tub, and settled in on the bench, he fixed her with an intimidating stare (its effectiveness, sadly, blunted by the circumstances). “What the hell do you call this?”

She shrugged. “I call it showmanship.”

“I call it trespassing, breaking and entering, and invasion of privacy.” He pointed at the door. “Now get the hell out! You can walk, or better yet, magic yourself out the same way you came in. Just beat it!”

“Oh, come on. You know I’m working tonight.”

She was wearing her stage costume, which doubled as her crimefighting costume: a modified tuxedo. Up top she was all business, sporting a top hat, tuxedo jacket, and bow tie. But below the waist, the party started. She wore her cummerbund and dress shirt over a dark leotard. Instead of pants, fishnet stockings covered her legs from the leotard down to her high heels.

She paced forward, her nonchalance belied by how carefully she stepped. High heels and slick tile didn’t mix well. Reaching the side of the tub, she sat on the broad marble edge, her legs dangling over one side, and leaned back along another. She looked lazily down at Ollie. “And when it’s one of the special missions, I prefer to surprise my target. More fun that way.”

“So it’s come to this.” His voice was still taut with anger. “J’onn and Diana are playing pimp and madam, and they’ve persuaded you…” Despite his ire, he paused, and chose his words carefully. “…to go along with it. Where’s your self-respect?”

“Nice try. The best defence is a good offence, right? If this is about me, it can’t be about you.” Ollie scowled harder, and shifted his weight on the submerged bench where he sat, but said nothing. “For the record, Queen, I’m nobody’s whore. That’s what you were going to say, right? No one’s forcing me to do anything I don’t want to do, and all I get out of it is the same thing I get out of any other League mission: the satisfaction.” Ollie snorted, and Zatanna frowned. His hostility was beginning to puncture her good humour. “The satisfaction,” she went on, “of knowing I made a difference, I helped someone that needed help, in a way that only a League member could.”

“Oh, yeah? Isn’t this a quid pro quo? You got a visit from the candyman. Don’t you have to reciprocate? How’s that for force?”

“It’s not like that. By the Ten Houses, we’re goddamn superheroes! You think we can face down Darkseid or Brainiac but not tell J’onn to buzz off if he’s asking something we don’t want to give?”

Her voice softened. “Our lives make it hard to be intimate with anyone. Intimacy needs commitment and trust. But we can’t be superheroes without that commitment coming first. And we can’t trust the people in our private lives with our secrets, because that could hurt them.”

“Oh, and you’ve found a great solution to the problem. Anonymous hook-ups when no one’s looking. “That’s” a commitment. “That’ll” build trust.”

“We can’t make people form relationships with each other. And when they do form them, we can’t make those relationships last.”

Ollie raised his hand out of the water and brought it down in a hard slap, spraying water across them both. “Just what are you saying, huh? Spit it out!”

Zatanna looked at him, and then looked down into the swirling water. She spoke quietly. “I know about you, and Dinah, and whatever-her-name-was. You had Dinah, but now you don’t, and you blame yourself.” She looked up, her voice now with a hint of steel. “And you should. You screwed up. And now you’re punishing yourself for it, by being faithful to her “after” she’s gone.” She shrugged. “But Dinah’s moved on, Oliver. And you need to, too. This self-pity is festering, and it’s becoming self-destructiveness.” She gestured at the bruises on his ribs, just barely visible below the waterline. “You used to be too careful for that. But not these days.”

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