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Lifeline, Part 4

Three years and couple of brief affairs with a number of women later, I
was on my way home from Europe, where I had been at the local headquarter
of the company I worked for. With the fall of the iron curtain, activities
in Europe were in constant change and they needed even rookies like me to
help out sometimes. I had done well and my boss granted me a two days of
paid vacation extra which I planned to spend in New York.

I had never been to Big Apple before and I wanted to know what it was
all about. I took a room at the Norfolk Hotel in Manhattan, not far from
Times Square. After a difficult night because of the jet lag, hunger drove
me out of the hotel bed. I tried to find an open diner, first on the
street behind the hotel, but the only one open looked so shabby that I
turned around and walked down the block towards Time Square. At every
corner an Afro stood rattling a cup with some coins in it. I dropped some
change in each of them, as some of them looked quite able to use force if I
ignored them. Maybe New Yorkers knew how to deal with them, but I, having
lived most of my life in smaller towns that were comparatively "clean",
preferred to give in. It's the cowards that survive, as my grandpa used to
say.

In front of Sbarro's, wich wouldn't open for another hour, I saw a woman
in a cheap gray coat and disheveled and dirty hair. She swayed lightly and
the moment I dropped my half smoked cigarette as it didn't taste well in
the damp fumes of the morning air, she launched in a jump or more like a
fall my way and collected the stub before I was able to crush it under my
heel. I felt ashamed and even thou I thought that a cigarette was about
the last thing that the poor soul needed, I reached into my pocket to take
out the pack of cigarettes and give it to her. As she dragged on that stub
like it contained the last drop of oxygen of a diving suit one hundred feet
under the sea, something in her struck me as familiar. She blew out a huge
cloud of smoke and even thou a wet cough shook her, she took another direct
inhale which against reason seemed to calm down her cough.

I took the pack of cigarettes, which was almost full and extended it for
her to take it. She raised her head and looked at me. We were both struck
by instant recognition. All she could whisper was "Georgieee" before she
collapsed into my arms. She was light like a feather. Would she have been
a stranger, her smell would have filled me with repulsion and I would have
probably laid her down on the sidewalk and called emergency. But it was
Celine and she had sunken deeper than I would have thought it possible.
Luckily she recovered a little and I thought that the best thing would be
to smuggle her up in my hotel room. An old friend of my father's worked in
a hospital in Manhattan, so I called him up on my cell phone. I was lucky.
He was off duty and would be there in half an hour. I took Celine by the
waist and step by step we managed to reach the side entrance of the
Norfolk. A larger bill into the hands of the porter solved the problem how
to get past the receptionist. We took the service elevator and reached my
room without further incidents.

Dr. Lukas, my father's friend, came over. He looked at Celine and then
said I should get her a Coke. Among other things she certainly was
dehydrated, but Dr. Lukas, who insisted we call him Paul, thought that a
Coke or two would stabilize her enough so she could take a bath. He did
not fear an immediate collapse for her. He asked when the last time when
she had eaten something had been, but he couldn't get a coherent answer
from her. All she did was repeating "Georgiee, Georgieee" all over again.
I got the Cokes. In tone with the general dilapidated state of the hotel,
the cooling of the machine was broken so the Cokes I got weren't chilled.
She drank both bottles and it seemed to do her good. The first words she
spoke apart from my name were the plea for a cigarette. I looked at Paul,
but he shrugged. 'Without some blood tests I can't say much, but I doubt
Nicotine is her biggest problem. Her heart sounds reasonably good. How
old is she?' 'Same as me, twentyfour.' 'Good Lord. She looks like forty!
But that's what the street does to a woman. OK, let's get her into the
tub.' While she passively dangled her cigarette, finishing it off in less
then three minutes, we managed to free her from the horrible rags under her
coat. I had found a laundry sack and we dumped the rags in it and then
tied it up as good as we could, to lock in the stench they emanated.

She looked almost like the horrible live skeletons I had seen in a
documentary of the liberation of a concentration camp after the war in
Europe. Her skin, like her face, was covered with dirt and wounds. We
helped her into the tub and denied her another cigarette as she coughed
constantly now. Except for a sad look she accepted this. The warm water
in the tub seemed to do her good and with a cloth I started to clean her
up. My heart was heavy as I compared the florid if depraved Celine from our
last unfortunate encounter with the ruin she was now. She didn't even
twitch when I softly tried to clean all the little wounds that covered all
her members. Paul insisted on taking care of her more intimate parts, both
as a doctor and an old man, even thou I had told him we had once been
lovers. Finally, after half an hour, not to stress her circulatory system
too much, we helped her clad into the bathing robe of the hotel and into
bed. After debating with Paul what to do next, I ordered what seemed to be
the best suited diet for someone who hadn't eaten regularly for a long
time. The room service at least was better than one could expect from the
otherwise run down appearance of the hotel. They delivered some chicken
broth with a bit of bread. Slowly Celine's cheeks recovered a bit of their
once rosy complexion. She seemed quite able to talk now and of course she
wanted to smoke again. Like before Paul shrugged and I gave her what she
wanted. She smoked slower now, still double pumping, but with breaks to
breath clean air inbetween. 'You have no idea how I craved to be able to
smoke one entire cigarette again. I have lived on dirty stubs for month.'
she whispered. Her voice was hoarse and week. 'Now what?' I asked Paul.
'Let me see if I can find a vein in her arm. I think she is not in
immediate danger for the moment. Tomorrow I'll be back and we shall see.
You can always call an ambulance if the going gets tough.' He left us
alone.

I spent the day with her, getting her more to eat and drink, helping her
to the toilet when she needed it and I tried to keep her from smoking
overly much, but she smoked up two packs anyway. A painful memory rose, of
the time more than four years ago, when she came to me fleeing from that
unfortunate marriage. Like than I went and bought her two cartons of her
Reds. Even thou her eyes still lacked their one time sparkling and the
sadness in them would never fully go away, she seemed to recover by the
minute. Till the evening she had recovered her appetite. The room had two
kingsize beds but she asked me to stay with her over night. I held her in
a chaste embrace and she fell into a deep sleep. The relapse came when I
had just drifted off myself. She began to shiver and then she also coughed
uncontrollably and fought for air. Then she cramped, her whole body
contorted by spasms. After a while, when I was on the point to call nine
eleven, she seemed to recover a bit but then it started all over again.
After half on hour whatever it was seemed to fade away and her breath
steadied. She asked for a cigarette and even thou I had my doubts, I lit
two of them and gave her one. This actually seemed to help her and she
almost burnt the matress when she drifted into sleep again, dropping her
arm with the still burning stub. I removed it from her hand and crushed it
in the ashtray together with my half smoked cigarette. The next crisis
came two hours later and this time my intuition told me to try help her
smoke while she was in the middle of it. To my surprise it did help. Paul
found us in the morning, both tired but composed. Her fits didn't return
in daylight and even thou it sounded totally weird it seemed that her
constant smoking kept them away. 'Naughty girl!' Paul said with a more
forced joy, the kind doctors use to raise the spirits of badly ill
patients. 'After all you've been thru, you run for a cancer too.' Celine
seemed not listen to him. She was too preoccupied to get as much Nicotine
as she could from her cigarette. Even thou the extorting sufferings from
the last night had left their mark on her face she already looked ten years
younger then the day before. 'Now my pidgoens,' he went on with his doctors
humor. 'I have good news and bad news. The bad one is that you, Young
lady, you sure haven't left out much of what the illegal market has to
offer in hard stuff. The good knew is you seem to have been clean for a
while. Now all depends on whether your young friend here is willing and
able to help you. We could of course turn you over to some state facility,
but I doubt it would do you much good. Personally, I'm not comfortable
with the kind of chemicals they use there and anyway only one out of ten
really stays clean after they leave.' 'By the way, did she have any
withdrawal symptoms last night?' he asked looking at me 'I'm afraid yes and
ugly ones too. I almost called emergency twice.' 'After I read these
results, I figured as much. This will take a lot of time and care.' 'But
will she recover?' I asked not without a selfish hind thought. She was
still young enough, maybe... But I called myself to order. She was in
deep trouble and needed someone to help. 'Well, it's on knifes edge, if you
ask me. I'm not really an expert on drugs, but I had dealt with cases a
bit similar to this one before. Of course she needs round the clock care
and surveillance, as much as I regret to say that. If she gets hold of
some hard stuff again, she probably won't survive.' he took the gear out if
his doctor's case, to give her shot of something. 'What's that?' I asked
somewhat alarmed. 'Oh, really!' he laughed. 'These are vitamins and some
tonic. It will do her good and help her liver. Let's hope it will recover
completely. As long as stays away from alcohol...' She didn't wince when
he injected her the content of two little vials. The pinch of a needle
sure wasn't new to her, I thought with bitterness. There was something
else I wanted to ask him. 'I have made an interesting observation last
night. I know it sounds stupid but she kept asking to smoke and it's
almost like it actually helped her.' Paul gave me a pensive look and
started into quite an explanation. 'Well, I can't say I'm very surprised.
You know, even thou personally I am totally against smoking, in this case
I'm afraid I can't deny there's a sort of benefic effect of Nicotine on her
system.' He laughed as he saw my puzzled expression. 'I just remembered
that my grandpa, who was a doctor too, used to recommend pregnant women to
take up smoking because back then it was a common belief that smoking
helped to loose weight. And he sure turned my grandma into a compulsive
smoker, a habit she had kept till she died at eightynine. Imagine she
smoked thirty cigarettes a day as a pregnant and not these light weight
ones. In the twenties filter cigarettes hadn't been invented. She even
smoked an after dinner cigar with my grandpa too, once she had taken it up
in earnest. Can you imagine the picture of a woman in delivery puffing a
huge cigar? And my dad sure was one healthy baby same as his younger
sisters. I still have an old black and white photo of my grandma
breastfeeding my dad and smoking a cigarette while at it. Well, sorry I
got carried away.'

He now had Celime's attention too and we both kind of stared at him with
open mouths. 'All right. Now only Celine really knows what she was on.'
Celine broke her silence and with her hoarse voice, proof of the abuse she
had done to her body, said; 'Doctor, I'm afraid I don't know much myself
any more. Somewhere on the road down every thing blurred. I don't
actually remember having taken shots, at least not regularly, but it may
well be I had one or two. I just don't remember. I know that I preferred
to inhale or swallow stuff. It must have been a ton of weed but I'm afraid
crack was involved also and God knows what else.' she was quite breathless
after such a long speech, as she had hardly uttered a complete sentence
before. 'Well, it really doesn't matter that much. You sure were lucky
this young man here found you and took it on him to save you. You wouldn't
have last another month. OK, back to the Nicotine stuff. You see some of
the psychoactive drugs do act on the same receptors like Nicotine. Also
the hormonal storm a Nicotine hit triggers is related to what some drugs do
to your system. So, as unhealthy as smoking is, it can help you deal a bit
better with the withdrawal symptoms. But I warn you, even thou Nicotine is
in a way a milder drug, it can be extremely addictive too, so you just sort
of trade in one for the other.' 'I don't mind that, Doctor. I have started
smoking on my fourteenth birthday and long before I got into all this I was
a heavy smoker and never regretted it. So I really have nothing to loose.
Even if I had been happily married with George here and never had gotten in
trouble, I would still be smoking a lot.' 'All right then. Actually you're
in good company.' He saw our puzzled expressions. 'You see, even if it's
not widely known, a lot of people who successfully undergo a treatment for
alcoholism take up smoking to compensate the cravings for alcohol. Some
institutes actually encourage this, even thou no one would openly admit it.
Of course if an alcoholic relapses and had learned to smoke as a means to
help him fight his problem, he then has two addictions and they even
complement each other. But life is tough anyway, so, forget all this
stupid babbling of an old man. Just one last advice, young lady. If I
were you, I would try to smoke as little as possible during normal periods
and try and save your bodie's capacity to deal with Nicotine for the times
you really need it. You may then even increase the Nicotine dose by
smoking some stronger brand or such. I wish I could get you some pure
Nicotine base, but apart from gums and patches I know of no other source
for Nicotine except tobacco and those gums and patches are way too week to
help in your condition. All right then, I'll leave you youngsters alone.'

The idea was born that moment. I would have to make some phone calls
but before I started I needed Paul's opinion. 'Doctor? I mean Paul, how
soon do you think Celine can travel?' Paul guessed immediately what was on
my mind. After all he knew both my parents since their childhood in our
little hometown in Maine. 'If she doesn't feel worse after another night,
she could cope with a longer car ride, provided you limit the driving
hours. It will mean you need several days if I am right as to what
destination you have in mind. I wouldn't' advise a flight thou.' Celine,
who seemed much more vivid now, looked at me with big eyes. She hadn't
dare hope I would go further with my help. Little did she know me. I was
set on saving her. I knew of only one person who, apart from myself with
my own special motivation, had the right state of mind for such a heavy
task. My mom. I would have to ask her but I had no doubt of her answer. I
wasn't sure of my dad thou. For all I knew, their income from the capital
left after he had sold the store and paid for my college, wasn't that big
so an additional expense wasn't exactly welcome. Even if Celine wouldn't
need any medication, the cigarettes she would consume alone meant a strain
on their income. But the same luck that had solved my dilemma after Celine
had left for college, giving my father the chance to retire and me to go to
college, sparing me the dreary existence and possible failure as a small
store owner, once again helped. Although, it would be wrong to call it
luck. It was just my father's instinct that even now, when all he had to
do was guarding his money, turned him into a much wealthier man than I had
thought him to be. And that also solved another problem, one I had avoided
till then.

When I called him up and explained him and mom what my problem was, he
laughed till he choked about my sorrow I would impose a too high financial
burden upon them. 'What a joke, son. You should have called more often.
You see, I had two stupid ideas when I suddenly wound up with a heap of
money to invest and assure your mom and me a reasonable income. The first
one was a deliberate misunderstanding. My agent told me to invest in fruit
copanies as they had a small but stable revenue. OK, I thought, I love
apples.' It was my turn to laugh. Of course! He had bought shares of
Apple, the computer company. Hopefully he had also sold them again in
time, I thought. 'Well, when I smelled that apples weren't on the rise any
more I looked for some smaller companies that were promising. And a
company with micro in their name sure sounded little. If the other part of
the name is soft, I thought of that male part. Given the right conditions,
what is small and soft can turn big and hard.' Again I shook with laughter.
My good old dad. 'So you see, I can afford a lot more than just a little
young lady that needs help. Just bring her over here.' Now I had to
address the second problem I had. 'There's on other problem I have. You
see, I would need an unpaid leave to make the trip and I doubt my boss
would be very happy.' My father knew me well enough to read between the
lines. 'Why don't I hear any regret in your voice? I didn't want to
interfere but I had my doubts if that kind of job would offer you the
carrier you dreamt of. Tell you what. Why don't you dump those Texans
altogether and stay with us till we find an occupation that really makes
you happy. Forget about the money. I'm your dad and for whom did I make
all that money in the first place?' 'Thanks dad. You saved our lives.
I'll keep you current when we are under way.' I called up my boss and he
wasn't exactly happy but he had seen it coming. I promised to come and
settle my affairs later on. The apartment I had rented in Austin also had
to be taken care of, but I had paid it three month in advance so I could
now concentrate fully on Celine. It showed that it would take a lot of care
till she would even remotely resemble her old self. I hoped that at least
she had the will to become a normal human again. She never sad it but I
could see in her eyes she still wavered and often enough would have reached
for any kind of drug if it were available. As good as I could I tried to
limit her smoking during the times she felt good. Thinking of Paul's words
I tried different brands of strong cigarettes. Unfortunately I had to rule
out unfiltered ones that had appeared to be the sensible choice. Alas,
when she needed them most, she munched them up as they lacked the filter
that could withstand a wilder treatment. Reluctantly I went to a
tobacconist. It was awkward as I of course I couldn't explain to him what
my purpose was. After Celine threw up from a too strong black cigar during
one of her fits, I finally settled on a type of cheap machine made cigars
that were flavored like pipe tobacco. These seemed to really do Celine
good, especially as they had a plastic mouth piece and she could byte on
them without fear ruining them. I hid them during the day so she wouldn't
overdo it. The only disadvantage of the Black&Milds was that they had a
rather unlucky resemblance with those blunt type cigars she had started her
drug career on. I allowed her no more than one cigarette per hour, but as
soon as I turned my back on her she would reach for the pack and every time
I had to leave the hotel room I found upon returning a couple of butts in
the ashtray. There were moments when I thought I talked to the real
Celine, my friend and lover from years ago, then again she was totally lost
in daydreams or locked in dark thoughts.

I rented a car, a big old convertible, with a huge but quiet engine and
with a soft suspension that could make you seasick. We were lucky as the
weather was fair all thru our ride and Celine could smoke without choking
us. After a hearty breakfast we would ride a couple of miles, then make
long breaks wherever we could find a nice picnic area. When she felt in
the mood we would talk. When I saw she didn't feel well I sometimes gave
her an extra cigar as a treat. In fact I enjoyed the mild spicy smell of
them and as Celine did recover both physically and mentally, my compassion
and care for her slowly allowed for some more intense feelings, but I never
allowed them to show. Still, one night when I rocked her into her sleep
like always, she turned around and kissed me. I felt her breasts that had
almost filed in again to their once wonderful pear shape and I could not
help but get aroused. She felt it and before I realized what was going on
we made love. It was awkward as I had to hold back and be as gentle as I
could. Most of the wounds on her body had healed, but even thou it was she
who wanted it, she was quite dry, but every time I wanted to withdraw she
squeezed me, asking me to go on. It ended in a rather joyless climax of
mine. She had not given any sign of getting really aroused and I felt
guilty.

I felt her by the shake of her shoulders she was crying. 'I'm so sorry,
my love.' she stammered between sobs. 'I really wanted it to work out.
'You shouldn't have done this. I need no reward' Her sobs intensified 'But
you don't understand. I wanted it for me, not for you. I hoped it would
be like in the old times. You were the only one who really could give me
satisfaction' I don't know if she heard my sigh or she had remembered the
same thing I did. Her words of an hourlong drug induced orgasm with that
Diego character still rang in my ears. 'Oh I know what you think, but
believe me, I lied to you about what Diego had given me. Yes, I had some
outstanding sexual excesses with him but it was his drugs mostly and it
felt so shallow and empty in a way. In fact I used to masturbate sometimes
when I had smoked a bit too much of his weed and he wasn't there. Those
were the only times I had even remotely felt what you had made feel and
only when I thought of you while...' Her voice trailed off and even thou I
couldn't be sure if she had told me the truth, the fact alone that she
tried to make up for how she had hurt me drove away my bitterness and I
hugged her tight. I didn't hear no sobs from her but she still shook and
for fear of a new fit I reached for a cigar and gave it to her. She turned
her back on me, not to choke me with the strong smoke. Now that I had
began to see a woman in her again, her audible inhales and almost palpable
pleasure and satisfaction she gained from smoking, turned me on again.

I tried to draw back a little not to embarrass her. She had her own
problems to deal with. Yet, as she had felt it and without turning around,
she reached for my erect organ and wriggled her still skinny backside till
she could direct my penis into her. To my surprise I found her soaking
wet. Her climax came fast and high. On and on I felt the spasms of her
inner muscles engulf my organ while she struggled to drag on her cigar. It
didn't take me very long and I joined her on cloud nine. I held her that
way for a while and between thirsty drags on her cigar she relaxed slowly.
Then she left it in the ashtray and exhaling a residue of smoke, she turned
around to me. Her slow and sweet kiss tasted wonderfully spicy.

'What was this?' she whispered. 'Will I need one of these every time I
want to make love?' 'And if? I'd rather have you back like this, then not
at all' 'But doesn't it disturb you that I need to smoke to be ready for
you?' I had difficulties to clear my throat. I had often had erotic dreams
of women doing all sorts of smoking while making love to me or during
foreplay. Could it be that we had get to this point to wind up in the most
gratifying experience I could imagine? No other woman had ever given me
such satisfaction as Celine. To top this as she had just done was... I
had no words for it. As I hadn't answered at once, she mistook my silence
for disapproval. A single tear made its way down her cheek. 'Oh, my dear
little Celine. No I don't mind it at all. I wouldn't mind if you needed
it every time, if there will be a next time. If we were gifted with a
couple of years from now on, I could do with almost anything.' 'OK then,'
she sounded a bit unsure. 'I'll see I get rid of this as soon as I can,
but at least for now it helps.' 'Honey, I guess I must tell you a bit more.
You see it's not like I just tolerate that you need a cigar to make love to
me. To tell you the truth I loved it that way. Somehow it has been better
than anything I have ever felt.' 'No kidding? Wow' She whirled her arms
around m neck and covered my face with little kisses. 'And it doesn't make
me smell bad?' She wanted to know, still doubtful. 'No, really not. I love
it.' I don't know if it had something to do with it, but that night for the
first time her fits didn't return. Maybe we just anticipated their
approach as she begged two more times for a cigar and inevitably we wound
up each time in a more satisfying embrace.

The following day we had left the little motel as fast as we could. We
were both in such good spirits, we decided to drive thru to reach my
parents house sooner. Celine was almost her old self again and laughed and
chatted happily all the way. Sometimes she would sleep with her head on my
shoulder then again she kissed me and caressed my crotch. She didn't even
smoke very much, not the way she had before. My parents had heard the car
and seen the headlights. We embraced each other on the porch and exchanged
lots of kisses. We hadn't seen each other for quote a while. My mom took
Celine by the shoulders and looked straight into her eyes. 'My God, George,
you are a liar. You said you'll bring home one sick woman and look at
this. Celine looks as healthy as ever.' 'That's because your son is the
best nurse on earth.' Celine replied with a shy smile. 'So then you two
pidgeons will want to share a room. That sounds good. You both deserve
each other.' Celine gave me a doubtful glance, but to reassure her I kissed
her hard on her mouth.

Things went fine for a while. I had to leave for a while to sort things
out in Austin. When I came back, I found Celine in a rather funny mood.
'Good or bad first?' A game we had played in our childhood, even thou it
was no game now. 'Bad' 'I had another fit last night. The cigar helped but
I had hoped to need them only for our pleasure. Maybe all I need is a
combined therapy, but for that I need you.' she grinned. So it hadn't been
all that bad. 'But I have a suspicion of what triggered it and that's the
good news. I'm not even sure if I haven't confused the cramps for
something else.' What on earth was she talking about? What other reason
for cramps...? Then I realized it. The best sign she was really
recovering, I hoped. I smiled happily and she saw I had figured it out.
'Yes, I have my cycle again. The first time in over two years. I even
went to a gynecologist this morning. He said I can have kids and he
doesn't think there are risks because of my drug record. I have even
escaped AIDS by miracle.' Then a little cloud descended on her face. 'Of
course if you can get aquainted with the idea to marry an ex junkie. I
hurried to squeeze her into my arms. 'Dear wonderful Celine! Do you think
I will ever let you go again? We can take the next plane to Vegas and get
married on the spot if that's what troubles you.' My mother interfered now.
'Hey, hey, hey, easy now. There's no hurry. You can wait till next week.
Father Mulcahany will be glad to celebrate a wedding. He loves weddings
but with all the old folks around here doesn't get too many occasions.' So
everything seemed to work out way better than any of us had hoped. I had
one little shock, when after a ride up town I found Celine smoking what
looked exactly like those drug stuffed blunts two years before. But as I
approached her I could tell it smelled just like fine tobacco. Relieved I
kissed her right on her juicy mouth and savored the rich taste of tar. It
had been my father who had given her the cigar, a real Cuban one he had
gotten from the man who did our lawn and occasionally sold smuggled Cuban
cigars. 'Well?' she said cocking her head 'How did you like the taste?' 'I
could get used to it.' 'I'll talk to daddy to get more of these. Thank you
so much, dearest.' 'Just promise me not to overdo it' 'Yes massa.' We
laughed happily oblivious of the dark clouds that gathered in a distance.

I sat on the marble bench beside the grave and wept a little. Why so
soon? I kept asking myself. If she could only have seen the baby!
Finally I dried my tears and took out a cigarette. 'You really shouldn't
smoke that much!' two warm motherly arms embraced me from behind. 'Look
who's talking' Celine, who's belly showed quite well now as she was five
month under way, jumped up my lap and kissed me passionately. 'Yeah, but
you know how it is. I still need it and we talked it all out. It would
have harmed the baby too if the fits would have returned and you know what
happened the day I heard I'm pregnant and tried not to smoke all day.' I
returned her kiss. We had talked it out and decided to take the chance.
My freelancing had finally taken momentum and I earned quite a lot without
having to leave home, so I could assist her in any way. The doctor,
another old friend of my father, had more or less confirmed Paul's words
and he too believed it was better for Celine to keep on smoking even if he
advised her to keep it as low as she could. The odds were very good the
child would not suffer from it. If not, well, we would take the risk.

'Yes my love, I know. Kismet.' I saw the melancholy in her eyes. She
sometimes felt guilty of what she had done, but I kept telling her that
maybe it had been a lesson she had to learn. What if she had years ago
decided to stay with me in the first place? She might have kept regretting
it, feeling she had swapped one prison for another. Admittedly, I had a
secret reason to be satisfied with the way things had developed. I had
realized it made no sense to deny my true feelings. Her smoking turned me
on like nothing else could. So as I knew no campaign against smoking could
make her quit now, what more could I hope for? I knew it was selfish of
me, but it was none of my fault. 'I only wish mom could have been here.'
she said with tears on her voice. I rocked her a while, unable to speak as
the pain gripped my throat. I was thankful that my father had taken it so
well. He had explained that for years they had both known it will happen
one day as my mom had suffered from an aneurysm, a week blood vessel
somewhere in her brain where it was impossible to operate. They had
accepted it and had tried to enjoy every day like it was their last one.
Now I understood better why they had been so close. Celine took out a pack
of Reds and lit a cigarette. I joined in with my Lights. 'Still not
prepared to try the real ones?' she teased and gave me another juicy kiss.
I traced the residues of one of her little Cohibas I knew she smoked behind
my back. I would have to tell her not to hide her Cohibas any more as I
knew it anyway and in bed...

The End

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Author: Frederick T.
Title: The Star
Part: 1 of 1
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Keywords: (MF Mmf oral)(FMf mast oral voy)(MF mF oral voy blackmail)(MF FF seduction group)
Language: English

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2002 Frederick T. Commercial use in any form requires the written
permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes to the
National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORML) and/or the
American Cancer Society.

!!!!! ATTENTION READER !!!!!

The following work is of a sexual nature. If you have not yet reached the
age of consent, where ever you reside, the author requests your parents or
guardians review this material before you continue. Censoring the material a
young mind absorbs is not the responsibility of the creator but that of the
adult who has custodial responsibility for the young mind. Having said that;
the following story is pure fantasy. It didn't happen, probably could never
happen and the author accepts no responsibility for person(s) who attempt to
make it happen. All the characters were created by the author and none of
them are based on people who actually lived or are living in this wonderful
world we inhabit. We are all created by a wonderful process called sexual
intercourse. That it was made so pleasurable is undeniably the reason we have
filled this world with our children. While the creator probably did so for a
reason; remember that human beings created all the side dishes that accompany
the basic act. Sex should have a happy ending, whether with yourself or with
a partner. That this is sometimes not the case can only be the fault of the
participants. Sex should be fun ! As always email your comments to the
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The Star
(MF Mmf oral)
(FMf mast oral voy)
(MF mF oral voy blackmail)
(MF FF seduction group)

by
Frederick T.

With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution

CHAPTER ONE

It was hot, real fucking hot. The temperature was close to a hundred and
ten with not a breath of air but then a breeze would be just like turning on a
hair dryer. Hank Helva heard the phone ringing and knew his son wouldn't
answer it. The fucking kid never did. Hank slowly got up off the lounger and
entered the house. It was cool inside but then anything would be cool
compared to the temperature outside. By the time he reached the phone it had
stopped ringing. Fuck ! It was hardly ever for him anyway. He was on his
way back outside when the door bell rang. Hank cursed as he went to answer
it.

Bobby Talbot, was standing at the door. "Hey...Mr. Helva. What's
happening ? Your lazy, good for nothing, son home ?"

Hank started laughing. Bobby Talbot always gave Hank tons of shit about
his son but the two teenagers were best of friends. They had gone to high
school together...Just graduated and while Bobby was staying in town to attend
UNLV, his son was going out of state. Hank sent Bobby down the hall to his
son's room and headed back outside.

It was Tuesday and Hank's wife, Margaret, was away for a couple of days.
She was a traveling consultant in computer design and often out of town for
several days each week. Hank flew airplanes for a living and before he laid
back on the lounger to soak up some rays, checked his beeper. It hadn't gone
off and he was relieved his service wasn't trying to get a hold of him.

When the back door opened he looked over and found Bobby coming out on to
the patio. "Your worthless son is taking a nap and doesn't want to be
disturbed." He laughed and then continued. "Ok, if I hang out here for a
while, 'till he gets up ?"

Hank struggled off the lounger and walked to the patio. "Sure. I'm gonna
get myself a beer. You want anything ?"

"Yea...A beer'd be great, Mr. Helva."

"Nice try, Bobby. Want a coke ?"

Bobby laughed while nodding his head. Hank was back in a few moments and
sat in one of the patio chairs while sippin' his beer. Bobby just held his
coke and then started abruptly. "Your son said you and Mrs. Helva were pot
heads...When you were in college ?"

Hank just stared at Bobby. He could see Jack now, taking a hit off a
joint and squeaking out, "Yea...Hank and Margaret did it in college !" A
badge of honor...His parents had once been cool ! Margaret and he had dabbled
in it quite a bit back then...Mostly marijuana...Ok ! A little mesquiline
every once and a while...but then so had everyone else. After graduation Hank
and Margaret were married and off to air force pilot training...No time for
drugs there. Hank did a tour in 'Nam right after graduating from pilot
training and since the war was winding down, took his separation when he
reached the West coast. The air force was trying to get rid of pilots at the
time and Hank was eager to get out after his year in 'Nam.

He flew for a number of small freight companies and then did some
corporate work for a few years. One of the corporations he worked for did
some business in Las Vegas. On one of his trips there; he was playing golf
with some hotel execs who bemoaned the fact that there just wasn't enough high
class charter companies to cover the growing need for VIP transportation.
Hank got interested and wrote up a proposal. He took a couple of days off,
traveled to Las Vegas on his own and presented his ideas.

Margaret and Hank moved to Las Vegas in the early eighties and had been
there ever since. During that time, Hank had paid for his airplane many times
over and made quite a nice living flying VIPs from 'Vegas around the Western
United States. He'd usually only work a couple of days a week and was very
selective about his clientele. This weekend he was flying some hotel execs and
their wives to San Diego for the weekend...It was a good life...The smell of
marijuana drifted in the still air and brought him out of his day dreaming.

Bobby was handing a small pipe to him. He squeaked out, "Go ahead, Mr.
Helva, it's real good shit." Hank froze. Bobby continued. "Don't worry. I
won't tell Jack." Hank reached for the pipe and took a tentative drag off the
stem. The bowl puffed out a streak of smoke and Hank took another drag. This
one filled his lungs and he could immediately feel the euphoria he was
familiar with from so long ago.

He handed the pipe back to Bobby and the teenager took a drag. The pipe
went back and forth for about ten minutes before Hank finally said he could
smoke no more. Jesus ! He was stoned as fuck...Hardly knew where he was ?
Bobby was laughing. Was he laughing at him ? Hank started laughing and Bobby
laughed louder.

"Good shit...Huh ?" Hank kept laughing. Shit ! Margaret would kick his
ass if she knew he was getting stoned with one of Jack's friends. He laughed
louder and harder. Bobby started talking but Hank hardly knew what he was
saying ? He got up and wandered around the yard for a bit, finally lying back
down on the lounger. The sun seemed hotter. Bobby pulled a patio chair out
on to the lawn and took off his shirt.

"...going up to Reno this weekend to visit Stephanie." Stephanie was one
of Jack and Bobby's friends. Bobby had been dating her almost all senior
year. "...Gonna do a lot of fucking and sucking this weekend !" Hank
laughed. God ! What he wouldn't give to fuck a young lady like Stephanie.
Slim with small, well shaped breasts, long legs and sun bleached hair...Just
gorgeous. Hank could feel his cock thicken in his swim trunks and imagined
the fuck he was going to throw Margaret when she got home from Seattle. His
wife was still a very energetic lover and the two of them would absolutely fuck
like rabbits at least once a week. Both of them felt the separations were
what made them so horny.

Bobby was going on and on about the parties and dope and booze that Reno
held in store for him. Hank wasn't paying any particular attention, still
stoned as shit and fantasizing about Stephanie. He had a honest to God semi
in his trunks and was hoping Bobby didn't notice. Shit ! He might have to
retreat to the bathroom and blow a load in the shower if the kid kept talking
about all the pussy he was getting.

Shit ! Now, the kid was talking about the young thing down the
block...Mary Lou something or other and she was built like a brick shit house.
Hank had noticed her a number of times as she hung out in front of the house
with Jack and the neighborhood kids.

"...Gives the best fucking head. Uses her titties like crazy and loves to
lick my cum off of them. The best titty fuck I've ever had. Kind of a fat
chick but just loves to suck cock." Hank was losing it. His semi was growing
into a full fledged hardon, imagining this young thing sucking on Bobby's
cock. "She gave me a blow job right before I came over here...In the front
seat of my car...Right across the street. Wiped me out. Thought it was cool.
Shit ! Last weekend she blew three different guys at a party Jack and I were
at. Can't get enough. Loves to do it with someone watching...Turns her on
she says. Fuck ! She is one hot cunt, Hank."

Hank looked over at Bobby and found him staring at his crotch. He looked
down and saw his boner was clearly visible. Bobby was staring at him when he
looked up. "She'd love to have some of that, Hank. She likes big cock...No
shit ! I bet she could take us both on and want more !" Bobby laughed and
got up to get rid of his coke can. "You want another beer ?"

Hank mumbled something and rolled over on to his stomach on the lounger.
He felt very uncomfortable. Bobby, a kid his son's age, was talking about his
penis and about fucking a high school girl but Fuck ! He was turned on like
he hadn't been in years. Margaret wouldn't be able to walk Friday morning.
He was sure of it. Bobby returned with another beer.

Hank noticed Bobby'd got himself one but said nothing of it. Bobby
continued as soon as he sat down. "How long Mrs. 'H' gonna be gone...Taking
Jack to school ?" Hank mumbled a couple of days and took a sip of his beer.
Bobby continued. "You know...If you're home next week while your old lady's
gone...I could bring her over here...You could watch me fuck her...I'm willing
to bet she'll let you watch...And she gets so fucking hot she'd never stop
you. Probably beg you after she wipes me out."

Hank's hardon was uncomfortable pressed between his belly and the lounger.
He almost wanted to grind it against the webbing and get himself off. Was
this kid jerking him off ? Trying to embarrass him ? Hank was paranoid.
Couldn't reply. And then flooded with relief when the back door opened and
his son, Jack, wandered out into the back yard.

Jack called out. "Hey, slime ball...You got nothing better to do than
hang out with my pops ?" Bobby started laughing and got up off the patio
chair. As he went to greet Jack, Hank desperately whispered, "Well..." What
else was he going to say ? He was almost sure Bobby didn't hear him but then
the teenager turned his head and said, "Cool !"

CHAPTER TWO

Hank spent an uncomfortable twenty minutes willing his hardon away,
finally deciding to go inside, shower and spray the shower stall with semen.
He was sure Bobby heard what he said. He didn't say 'yes.' Did he ? He
couldn't quite remember but was sure that this wasn't going to work out. The
picture refused to go away...Mary Lou on her knees sucking Bobby's cock while
Hank fucked her brains out. He still had a semi in his trunks when he rolled
off the lounger and headed inside.

The door bell rang while he was in the bedroom stripping off his trunks
After it rang twice, Hank figured Jack and Bobby had left already. Fucking
kids ! He pulled his trunks back on and went to the door.

"Hi ! Mr. Helva. Jack home ?" Rachael Klindfelt sang out when Hank
opened the door. Hank was stuck for an answer, still stoned and now
fantasizing about the young lady standing on the porch.

He finally sputtered out. "I...I think Jack's with Bobby...they went
somewhere...I think ?" Rachael looked at him strangely for a second and then
asked if she could come in and use the phone ? Hank stepped aside and let the
young lady in. Jesus ! He'd like to fuck this one, too. He watched her butt
as she walked into the kitchen to use the phone. Nice ass, he thought. Her
tits were huge and on such a small lady. He wondered if they were as big as
Mary Lou's down the street ? Hank followed her into the kitchen.

As she talked on the phone, Hank recalled overhearing his son talking on
the phone one night about fucking her...How much she loved to fuck. His
hardon started coming back. He felt naked standing there watching her talk on
the phone. She turned to look at him while she was talking. Hank swore she
looked at his crotch. Maybe he imagined it ?

"You don't have any idea where they went do you, Mr. Helva ?" He just
stood there and stared at her. She laughed and then continued. "They were
supposed to take me to lunch today. When's Jack leaving ?" Hank told her
Tuesday and she went on and on about how she'd be out of town this weekend
visiting her boy friend in San Diego.

"Shit ! Rachael...I'm going to San Diego this weekend, too !" He sounded
like a high school kid. "If your boy friend stands you up you can always come
party with me." The guy would have to be nuts to leave this young lady's side
for more than a minute or so. He knew he had a stupid look on his face and
Rachael was looking at him weirdly but he continued anyway. "I'm staying at
the Regency, right on the beach. Just ask at the desk. I'll come down and
buy you a drink." All his son's friends had phony I.D.s, his son, too. It
drove his wife nuts. He laughed a stupid laugh.

Rachael looked at him for a long while and thought maybe Jack's dad was
coming on to her ? Jesus ! He was older than her parents. Some of her
friend's dads had come on to her before. Once when she was just fifteen. She
came back to the present and just nodded her head. Now, he was talking about
something else. Jesus ! He hardly made any sense. She was sure he was
drunk...Maybe stoned ? All those stories Jack told about the sixties.....

.....The weather was gorgeous in San Diego. Hank was settled in his room
by twothirty. His charter wasn't leaving until Monday afternoon...going to
do a little business Monday morning...Yea ! Right !? Hank was contemplating
walking down to the beach and doing a little body surfing. He could still
hear Margaret kidding him about how horny he was Thursday night and had to
admit the sex they had was some of the best they'd had in months.

He felt guilty about what he was thinking as he watched his wife suck the
life back into him after he fucked her the first time. Her dark hair was
bobbing over his groin but all he saw was blonde...The blonde high school girl
down the block, Mary Lou. Jesus ! He came buckets that night. Fucked
Margaret four times. She complained the next morning about being sore and he
had to admit he was, too.

The phone startled him. Shit ! A change in plans...He always hated the
last minute changes these people made. He picked up the phone and muttered,
"Helva here."

#####

Rachael Klindfelt wasn't sure why she was here ? The phone was ringing.
She felt a little uncomfortable in the lobby and was glad the phones were off
in a hallway...Out of the way. She should be in Tijuana about now with her
boy friend and his pledge brothers but she felt more uncomfortable about that
than being here. There were only two other girls going with them and after
last night, she could imagine what was on tap for tonight. Her boy friend had
pawed her all night long and then when they got back to his room, tried to
fuck her while his roommate was sleeping across the room. Her flight didn't
leave until tomorrow afternoon and she didn't have a clue where she could stay
until then. She was figuring the airport when she remembered Mr. Helva was
staying at the Regency.

So, she ended up at the Regency, just stoned as shit. God ! They had
such great dope down here, compared to 'Vegas...Hardly knew what to say when
he answered the phone....Just blurted out. "My boy friend stood me up. He's
in Tijuana for the night and I can't get a flight out until tomorrow
afternoon. You still gonna buy me that drink ?" She trusted him. He wasn't
going to try anything.

Hank paused for a long time. He thought he knew who it was but could
hardly believe she was actually calling him from the lobby. Fuck ! What was
he going to do ? "Well, come on up, Rachael. Plenty of room up here. You
can stay here until your flight." Jesus ! That sounded bad.

She jumped at it, though, so he rushed to the bathroom, brushed his teeth
and splashed on some after shave. Who was he kidding ?

Rachael arrived and Hank threw her bag on the bed. It was a huge king
size job that took up almost the entire room. There was a wet bar next to the
bathroom and a nice patio overlooking the Pacific. "What would you like to
drink, Rachael ?"

She looked at him and laughed a little. She remembered Bobby bragging
about how he had a beer with Mr. Helva on Thursday afternoon. He even said he
got Jack's dad stoned. She'd see. She had two fat joints in her purse...Felt
that was enough to get her and Jack's dad real fucking stoned. She laughed a
little. They'd still be stoned tomorrow.

She used the powder room and Hank poured her a rum and coke. He was
tremendously turned on. She was cool with the drink. They were sitting on
the patio just shooting the shit when she once again mentioned that her flight
didn't leave until tomorrow.

Again he offered. "Well...you could stay here ?"

"That would be great, Mr. Helva."

"Call me Hank...Want another drink ?"

She nodded and as he got up to get the drinks, asked. "Where are you
going to sleep, Mr. Helva ?"

"It's Hank, Rachel...And I'm sleeping in the bed. You're sleeping on the
couch. Age before beauty."

They both laughed. Rachael then went inside to her purse and pulled out
one of the joints. She held it up and called out. "Wanna get high ?"

His cock lurched in his pants as he remembered fantasying about her that
afternoon after she left. He'd gotten totally hard and took a shower,
spraying a load of cum down the drain. He couldn't possibly turn fantasy into
reality, could he ?? He'd really like to fill this young thing's cunt with
semen ! Shit ! What was he thinking ? And then he recalled the conversation
he had with Bobby. What conversation ? More like coded bullshit...But just
maybe ??

Rachael was taking a deep drag off the joint, her breasts straining
against her "T" shirt. He brought their drinks to one of the end tables and
closed the sliding glass doors. No sense in being a total fool ?! He joined
her on the bed. It was as good as the stuff Bobby had and he imagined having
her over with Bobby and Mary Lou. Both of them fucking each of the girls
together...A fucking orgy. His cock started getting hard. He leaned back and
could begin to see the outline of it in his shorts.

After smoking about half the joint, they were stoned out of their minds
and giggly...Thinking about ordering room service. Hank finally fumbled
through the order and was told it would be half an hour. He looked over at
Rachael. She was looking at his groin. He felt huge and looked down. Yes !
He could easily see the outline of his cock in his shorts.

"Aaah...What are we going to do until the food gets here ?" Rachael
asked. She was positive he had a hardon. It was big, too ! She saw him look
down at his crotch...Saw his penis jump in his shorts and jerked her gaze back
to his face.

He wanted to say "fuck" but didn't. He didn't say anything. She clammed
up and the two of them watched the surf until the knock came at the door.
After the waiter left, they ate like pigs. Later, they sat on the bed,
finishing the joint.

Hank felt she was purposely doing a lot of touching while they passed the
joint back and forth. He rubbed her arm all the way to her shoulder after
passing the joint to her. She stared at him while she toked on the roach.

God ! He was touching her. Jesus ! It was turning her on. She touched
him back while holding the joint to his lips, her other hand on his shoulder.
Her tits were so close to his hand. She knew he was going to feel them but he
didn't, just her arm. He was leaning back and she almost fell on him when she
moved away from him. His hand steadied her at the shoulder.

"Wow ! This is fucking dynamite shit !" She laughed. He was running his
hand up and down her arm again. He stopped in her long, auburn hair. More
brown in places than auburn. She used color on it. His hand kept going up
and down her arm. From up under her hair in back all the way down to her
wrist. She could feel herself tingle.

It was erotic so she leaned over to kiss him. His tongue was surprised
but quickly started fencing with hers. His hand roamed down the valley of her
breasts on the way to her crotch. He was rubbing her pussy through her jeans.
Jesus ! She was so turned on ! She ground her crotch against his hand and
felt him pull his hand away only to grab her wrist and place her hand on his
penis. Jesus ! He was huge, much longer and thicker than any of her boy
friends. Much bigger than his son !

Rachael started rubbing his cock and Hank knew if she didn't quit, he'd
blow a load in his shorts. He sat up and started to strip his shorts off.
She got up off the bed and began to work on her jeans. Neither of them said a
word. Her "T" shirt was next and her bra encased tits were huge. Hank's cock
was bare and Rachel couldn't take her eyes off it. Very long and thicker than
anything she'd ever seen ! He was working on her under panties and she was
struggling with her bra strap. His face was in her belly and she could feel
his tongue working in her navel. She started wiggling around and his mouth
was in her hair. Rachael fell toward the bed and Hank followed her.

Hank was on fire, his cock just hard as rock. Rachael was naked and
wiggling around below him. His face was in her pubic hair and then he spread
her legs. She moaned when he licked her. Her crotch bucked up into his face
and he drove his tongue into her snatch, licking like mad to clear her pubic
hair out of the way. When he tasted pink she screamed a little and Hank
started slathering her meat with saliva. She was wet and had a copper taste;
smelled like she hadn't bathed since yesterday and she hadn't.

Rachael couldn't believe how hot she was. She'd never cum like that...So
soon...Even when she played with herself. Jesus ! He was licking her
clitoris and it felt marvelous. She was cuming again and making more noise.
It surprised her...She was usually very quiet when she had sex. His tongue
was in her or maybe it was his finger. She wanted him to fuck her and reached
for his hair.

Hank looked up when she grabbed his hair. Her eyes were slits. The dope
he was sure. Her cunt was spread before him, all pink, surrounded by a lush
growth of curly brown pubic hair. He licked her and she moaned out, "Come on,
Hank...Come on..." He mounted her and pushed his cock against her wet cunt.
He slid about half way in and then he started pumping like a mad man. She was
screaming and he was bottoming out with every thrust. Her legs were around
him and he was just fucking her brains out. His cum welled up in his balls
and shot out of his dick like a rocket ship, coating Rachael's insides with
semen. He kept fucking and didn't stop until she was still and his cock
slithered out of her.

CHAPTER THREE

After the night with Rachael, Hank was beat and could hardly stay awake on
the flight to Las Vegas. It seemed three hours long but it was only a one
point four. He'd fucked her four times and once the next morning. She sucked
his cock like a pro and he even came all over her tits one time.....

.....Hank was out of his mind...Ecstatic ! Rachael had asked him if she
could drop by while Margaret was off taking Jack to school ?

Rachael Klindfelt had never got her rocks off like Saturday night and
Sunday morning with Jack's dad. She craved more of this middleaged man with
the nice big, fat dick.....

.....Hank knew Margaret was disappointed. After the fuck he threw her
last Thursday night, she wanted more...And was surprised he didn't jump her
bones Monday night before she took Jack to school. She was depressed and
totally shocked at the turnout when she left with Jack the next morning.

Of course, Bobby was there. But Rachael Klindfelt and Mary Lou, from down
the street...What were they doing here at 0500 ? It really freaked her out.
They were all still hanging around out front and talking when Jack backed out
of the driveway...As they rounded the corner, Margaret noticed...None of them
were going to their cars...Margaret wondered what they were going to do ?
Maybe they'd finish off the breakfast that Hank had cooked for Jack and her
before they left ? Of course ! The kids would finish it off before leaving !

Hank was blown away. The four of them were in the house and Bobby was
already packing the pipe. He was putting on some music in the den and the
girls were chatting in the kitchen. He was already getting a hardon, knowing
he could fuck Rachael. He wondered if she'd let Bobby fuck her ? Maybe she's
already fucked him ? His cock was starting to show in his shorts. Bobby
glanced at it as he passed him on his way into the kitchen to get them all
cokes. The three in the kitchen were sippin' when Bobby torched up the pipe.

Hank was out of his mind after three hits off the pipe. They were all
laughing like crazy when Mary Lou said she had to go to the bathroom. Off she
went.

Bobby leaned over and whispered to Hank. "Why don't you take Rachael
outside for a while...And I'll see if I can get Mary Lou to give me a blow
job. I've heard Rachael is one hot piece of ass. You want to try and hook up
with her...And then maybe we can switch." Bobby started laughing and Hank
wasn't sure if he was serious or not ?

Hank just nodded his head when Rachael blurted out. "What are you two
whispering about ?" Hank started laughing and then Mary Lou was back in the
kitchen. Hank took Rachael's hand and the two of them went outside to share a
smoke. Hank was getting hard again, imagining the young girl inside sucking
on Bobby's cock.

"Aaahh...Rachael...I'm...Going to get the pipe...Ok ?" He wandered back
inside and stood in the doorway to the den. Mary Lou was already on her
knees, with her head in Bobby's crotch. She hadn't taken off any of her
clothes and Bobby just had his jeans unbuttoned. Hank was sure she was
sucking his cock because he could see her lips sliding up and down Bobby's
saliva slick shaft. Hank rubbed his cock.

The intake of breath, freaked him out. He jumped ! Rachael was standing
right behind him. She, too, was staring at the high school girl sucking
Bobby's cock. She looked down at Hank's crotch and saw his cock, hard in his
shorts. She looked back at the two on the couch. The high school girl was
stripping off her "T" shirt and boy ! Did she have a pair of tits, in a real
sturdy bra. The bra hit the floor and so did her tits, almost. They hung
down on her chest like sand bags with the smallest areolae and nipples. She
swung them around while looking at Hank. He continued to rub his crotch.

Mary Lou always got turned on like crazy when she was stoned. The other
two were watching and the college girl had big tits just like her's...And
Bobby told her Jack's dad had a real big cock, too ! Mary Lou loved big
cocks. Wow ! He was rubbing a real big lump in his shorts. She wished he
would take it out so she could see it. She put her hands on top of her head
and shook her titties back and forth again. Oh ! Shit, here it comes...Oh !
Fuck ! What a cock !

Mary Lou was just staring as Hank yanked his shorts down. His cock bobbed
around in his crotch as he dragged them down his legs. He hadn't worn any
underwear this morning and was hard as stone. He stepped out of his shorts
and tore off his "T" shirt. Mary Lou was going to get fucked while she sucked
Bobby's dick. Hank moved across the room and got behind her. She looked
back, staring at his hard cock.

Hank reached around her and worked the front of her jeans open. He tugged
at her waist until he could see her underwear. He yanked them both down over
her butt. Her ass was big and wide. Mary Lou was a big girl, all over. Hank
wondered if she had a large cunt ? He laughed a little as he ran his fingers
down the furrow of her ass until he could feel some pubic hair. He searched
for her cunt and wormed a finger into her. She was back to sucking Bobby's
cock, her head bobbing over his groin.

Hank pulled her pants down further and started finger fucking her in
earnest. Her cunt was thick lipped and hairy...The hair, curly and brown. He
leaned down and licked her ass crack, running his tongue right over the young
thing's asshole...A down of brown hair was growing around it. Hank licked
lower and wormed his tongue into her cunt. She was very wet...Tasted and
smelled like she'd douched this morning. He licked and licked, finally
sucking one of her labia into his mouth...Then wormed his tongue into her and
started tongue fucking her cunt. She came off Bobby's cock and almost
screamed. "Oh ! God ! Fuck me !"

Hank was panting when he rose. He straightened up behind the young thing
and poked his cock into the jungle of hair she had growing between her legs.
His cock head popped in and he kept pushing until his stomach was flush with
her wide ass. He was buried in her. A low moan escaped from Mary Lou's mouth
and only stopped when Bobby pulled her face back to his groin. Hank started
fucking and only stopped to watch Bobby fill Mary Lou's mouth with cum.

She started moaning again after she spit Bobby's soft pecker out of her
mouth. Hank was driving her up against the couch, just fucking the shit out
of her. He spread her ass cheeks apart and watched his thick cock drive in
and out of the brown thatch between the teenager's legs. He was oblivious to
Rachael and only noticed her when she climbed over the back of the couch into
Bobby's lap. She was bare ass naked and her tits jiggled, her areolae and
nipples all crinkly. Bobby was laughing as she was reaching for his cum
soaked dick. Hank watched as she worked herself down and sucked Bobby's cock
into her mouth.

Mary Lou rolled from under him and caused their separation. She quickly
turned to face him. Hank could see semen dribbling down her chin. She smiled
and licked her lips. Hank got to his feet. Moments later, Mary Lou damn near
deep throated him. He grabbed her blonde hair and started rocking back and
forth. He didn't last long and flooded the teenager's mouth with cum. It
dribbled out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin. Hank pushed her
away, his eyes already locked on Rachael's butt. Her brown hair was bobbing
over Bobby's groin and he was going to fill her cunt. He knee crawled to her
behind and then poked until his softening, cum slick cock slid into her cunt.

Rachael knew Hank was moving toward her and could hardly wait to get
filled by both. Bobby's cock was nice but nothing like Hank's. Hank was off
to the races just fucking the shit out of her. She could feel his cock
growing in her stomach. Just as good as it was this weekend. God ! Did his
cock feel good !?

Bobby wanted to fuck her and pushed her away from his cock. Hank was
still fucking her brains out. Bobby could hear the "...slap...slap...slap"
their bodies were making. He was hard as stone and while Hank was fucking
Rachael tapped him on the shoulder. Hank's eyes were slits when he looked
over at him but he stepped aside and moved to her head. Jesus ! Jack's old
man had really reamed her out. Bobby started fucking her like crazy. Hank
was fucking her face. What a fucking orgy ! Bobby was in seventh heaven and
we all know where Hank was !!

CHAPTER FOUR

Hank slept all afternoon. Shit ! The high school girl didn't leave until
after eight o'clock...To go to school. Hank could hardly walk by then. Bobby
and Rachael left a little after nine...Off to class ! It was after six before
Hank rolled out of bed. He went through the refrigerator and made a sandwich
for dinner. He was famished and ate a second. He popped the top on a beer
and after finishing it, jumped in the pool for a while. He was drying off
when the door to the back patio opened. Hank freaked out. Standing in the
doorway was Mary Lou and a younger girl.....

.....Mary Lou tried the front door and it was open. She'd been ringing
the bell for a few minutes and Terry was getting antsy. Mary Lou knew Hank
was hot for some great dope and Terry always had the best. She wished she
knew where she got it ? It was fucking expensive but worth it. Terry was
just a freshman and lived a couple of blocks away...Was always telling her
that when she got to know her a little better, maybe...Just maybe, she might
introduce Mary Lou to her friend...The one with the dope.

Hank felt self conscious especially since he had no idea who the young
blonde standing behind Mary Lou was ? He grasped the towel a little closer
like one of them might pull it off him. Mary Lou was looking at his groin.
His cock hurt. He'd fucked both Mary Lou and Rachael this morning a couple of
times a piece and after this weekend it was sore. He was silent.

"This is Terry...And she's got the best bud but it's a little expensive.
You said this morning...You wanted some...Right ?" Mary Lou wanted some more
of Hank's fat cock.

Hank just nodded and headed for the bedroom to change. The girls stayed
out on the patio and Hank joined them after he was dressed. He inquired as to
how much this was going to set him back, not really caring.

Terry was an enthusiastic sales person. "It's better than that shit you
smoked this morning. The guy I get it from grows his own and it's the best
fucking bud in the valley. You won't be sorry."

Hank shelled out sixtyfive for a very small baggie of a green leafy
substance. It was all balled together and Terry was quick to pull out a pipe
and continued with. "You want to try it ?"

Hank just smiled. At that very moment he knew he was going to fuck them
both. His sore cock was already starting to thicken in his shorts. He
laughed and walked indoors, sitting on the couch, a girl on each side of him.
His money had disappeared and he wondered where he could buy a pipe ?

Round and round the pipe went and it wasn't long before the three of them
were stoned as shit...In outer space. Terry got up and left the room. Hank
started laughing until Mary Lou dropped to her knees and lifted her "T" shirt
off over her head. Her bra followed and she started pulling on his shorts,
her boobs jiggling like an old lady's.

He let her draw his shorts down and she smiled when she saw he was getting
hard already. She started sucking and running her boobs up and down his
slickening shaft. He threw his head back and let her have her way with him.
He had no idea how long the young girl had been watching but when he opened
his eyes she was standing behind Mary Lou rubbing the crotch of her shorts.
He motioned her to sit down and she did.

Terry couldn't see the guy's cock as Mary Lou was hiding it in her mouth
and between her tits. The guy was motioning her to sit down so she sat beside
him and watched Mary Lou suck his cock. Now she had a better view. This guy
had a big cock.

She was getting horny watching her friend suck on Hank's big, hard cock.
Terry got to her feet and started to get out of her clothes. When she was
naked she pushed Mary Lou away and got to her knees between the guy's legs.
Boy ! He had a nice big dick. She was humming on him in no time, beating his
shaft and sucking on the nice mushroomed shaped knob on the end of his cock.
When it was thoroughly slick with saliva, Terry climbed aboard and started
riding him like a jockey. He was like an oil derek below her and she came in
less than three minutes of hard fucking.

Hank was wild, fucking up into the young thing on his lap. Her tits were
like small cupcakes with real tiny nipples and areolae. While the hair on her
head was almost a white color, her abundant bush was a dark brown. Her cunt
was very slick and slid right down his shaft when she climbed aboard. He was
almost there when the young girl, bouncing on his cock, came. Her chest got
all flushed and she whimpered a bit and then leaned forward and bit his
shoulder. He fucked her faster and drenched her insides with a load of cum
that immediately started to leak out of her. Mary Lou was over and pushing
Terry off him. She gobbled up Hank's semen slick cock and sucked him until he
was clean.

Terry leaned back on the edge of the couch and masturbated while she
watched Mary Lou suck on Hank's cock. He was getting hard again. This guy
was a one man orgy. Mary Lou left a little after eleven but the teenager
didn't leave until the next morning after fucking and sucking Hank dry. He
was fucking beat and could hardly get an erection when the teenager woke him
with an early morning blow job.

He pumped a weak load in her mouth and she was off to school. Shit ! It
was only seven fortyfive. He slept until eleven and could hardly wait to go
to bed that evening. The young thing was a very hot young lady. Perfect
body. Tennis ball size tits with perky nipples. A nice hairy brown bush,
quite a contrast to her almost white hair and the cutest little butt. Hank
got hard remembering doing her doggie style. She screamed the whole time. He
finally dragged his tired ass out of bed and started the house work. Margaret
would be home this evening...Late. She'd want some cock...It had been over a
week. She was going to be disappointed.

CHAPTER FIVE

Hank was fast asleep when Margaret got home. The way he was snoring, she
was sure she was out of luck tonight. Maybe tomorrow morning ??

Wrong !!

Margaret couldn't figure it out ? Hank hardly looked at her. Never even
patted her ass. He always patted her ass and that usually meant she was in
for a fun time. What the fuck was up ? She flirted like crazy with him all
the following day but it was like he was avoiding her. She was confused.
That afternoon Bobby came over and when the two of them spent some time out in
the back yard alone, she started to suspect something was up.

Hank couldn't get Terry out of his mind...Before she left the other
morning she asked if he wanted to score some more dope ? Of course he did !
The three of them damn near smoked all of what he bought. She promised she'd
try to work something out with her friend. Hank was on cloud nine and hardly
paid any attention to Margaret. On Thursday, he left to pick up a charter in
Seattle and when he got home, threw Margaret a soso fuck before he left again
for Salt Lake City on Friday.

Bobby Talbot and a whole bunch of his and Jack's friends surprised
Margaret on Saturday, spending all afternoon with her. They even called Jack
at school. They were a nice bunch of kids and Margaret enjoyed the company.

Sunday afternoon, Bobby showed up alone and the two of them sat out by the
pool in their swim suits and whiled away the entire afternoon. Margaret was
sure Bobby was sneaking peaks at her in her bathing suit. If she wasn't
mistaken the teenager was soft on her. She was still very trim and well
preserved at fortyfive. Her legs were cellulite free and her breasts while
not very big were perfectly shaped. She laughed. Her pussy sure wasn't
tight. A steady diet of Hank's cock and two children had taken it's toll.

Jesus ! What was she thinking ? Bobby was her son's age ! She made some
excuse and Bobby left shortly after that. The front door wasn't shut before
Margaret had her hand down the front of her suit, massaging her labia. The
bottoms to her bating suit hit the floor and she plopped back on to the bed.
Both of her hands were between her legs and she could smell herself. Her hips
were coming up off the mattress already. Oh ! This was going to be good.
Her labia were spread and she was rubbing her clitoris with two of her
fingers.

Margaret spasamed three or four times before coming to rest. Her body was
covered with a sheen of perspiration. The room stank of sex. She missed
feeling Hank's semen leak out of her, rolled into a ball and wondered if Hank
was fucking someone else ? He was home almost all the time while she was
away. Maybe that woman down the street ? She had tits the size of
watermelons...was always around...a house mom with a teenage daughter...That
girl who showed up when she took Jack to school...And her husband was gone
five days a week...Nights, too. She tossed and turned until it was time to
fix herself some dinner.

The week dragged by for Margaret. She couldn't get the picture out of her
mind...Her husband fucking someone else. She was going to come home early
next week and try to catch him in the act. That's what she'd do !

On the other hand, Hank was on cloud nine. He hardly thought of Margaret.
Fuck ! Three different high school cunts in two days. Well, one of them was
a college freshman but hey ! That's pretty close. He just had to have some
more of that...And the way Terry talked about this Willy guy...Just maybe, he
could pull it off ?!

He was on the phone trying to get a hold of Terry when Margaret came in
through the back door. It was twothirty p.m. on Wednesday. What the fuck
was she doing home ? Thank God ! She wasn't here twenty minutes ago. She'd
have caught him fucking the shit out of Rachael. She left just five minutes
or so ago. Shit ! Was he a lucky son of a bitch ?!

Margaret walked right by him and into the front of the house. She saw him
tense up when she walked through the back door and then relax like he didn't
have a care in the world. And he wouldn't, if she hadn't been parked down the
street for the last hour...She'd stopped half way through the turn when she
saw the car parked out front. She backed up, parked and sat back to wait.
She saw everything...Not that there was much to see. Hank even came out front
with her...That friend of Jack's...Rachael...God ! She was still a teenager !
Was Hank fucking her ? She was furious and slammed the bedroom door.....

.....The answering machine. He didn't leave a message and was crest
fallen. Too good to be true. He had a trip, starting tomorrow...Three days
two nights in Santa Barbara and Terry said this Willy character flew airplanes
and told her he'd go just about anywhere. He heard the bedroom door slam and
decided to try calling Terry later.....

.....He called all afternoon and only quit when Margaret started pestering
him about who he was calling. He put her off with some charter business and
watched T.V. while Margaret fixed dinner. All he could think of was Terry,
hoping he could hook up with her to tell her the news and maybe she could set
something up ? He was depressed, anxious and hardly spoke to Margaret during
dinner. Margaret was not about to start the thaw.

About seven, Bobby Talbot came over and Margaret flirted with him a bit
while she showed him into the family room. Hank was channel surfing. She
left the two of them alone and made her way back to the master bedroom.
Margaret wondered what Hank'd do if he came home and found, say, Bobby
Talbot's car parked out front ?

"Hey ! Buddy ! Margaret looks hot for you." Hank was kidding, his
thoughts focused on Terry. But Bobby had noticed and Bobby was very
interested. Margaret Helva was a MILF (mother I'd like to fuck). The look on
her face while she was talking to him was all he needed. He didn't give a
shit what Hank thought or said, for that matter. Hank couldn't quite complain
now, could he ? He was fucking everything in sight.

"Aaah...I will admit I've thought about it a couple of times or two..."
That trailed off into nothing.

"Give it a shot, buddy. I'd love to watch !" Hank said jokingly. He was
finished talking about Margaret. He wanted to talk about Terry...Did Bobby
know how to get a hold of her ? He didn't, hardly knew who she was and was
amazed Hank had fucked her. He was kind of pissed Hank was getting laid
without his help.

Bobby left shortly there after but not before dropping by the bedroom door
to say "good night" to Margaret. He was encouraged as she came and opened the
door a bit to say "good night" back to him. In the mirror behind her, he
could see she was just in a bra and panties. Margaret Helva had a nice ass.
His cock twitched in his shorts.

Margaret turned away from the door and just then noticed that Bobby
probably could see exactly what she was wearing or wasn't wearing. The
thought excited her. She was in her night gown and into bed in record time,
had the light off and the T.V. on. Her gown was up around her hips and her
hands were roaming around in her crotch like it was on fire. The orgasm came
quickly, like a bomb going off in her groin. She was imagining Bobby's eyes
as he stared into the mirror. She spasamed again, bringing her thighs
together around the hands still clawing away in her pussy. Her pubic hair was
wet and she hadn't even fingered herself. Oh ! God ! She had to get laid
and hoped Hank came to bed soon. What was she thinking ? The sonofabitch
was fucking some college bimbo and she was playing with herself...Visions of
Bobby threaded their way through her mind.

It was after nine when the front door bell rang. Hank rushed to get it.
It was Terry. Thank God ! Margaret was already in bed. They were out on
the front porch. Hank quickly told Terry about his trip. She asked what
hotel he was staying at ? Hank was clueless !? Terry asked him when he'd
arrive ? He told her about noon tomorrow. She pulled a cell phone out of her
purse and made a call.

"Carol ?"

"No...This is Erin. What can I do for you, Terry ?"

The conversation lasted no more than thirty seconds and if Hank thought he
knew what they were talking about...He was sadly mistaken and it was deep into
the night before he sprang up in bed and figured it out. It had nothing to do
with meeting whoever Erin was, to go shopping at noon tomorrow. That's why
she wanted to know his call sign.

Margaret sprang out of bed when the door bell rang. She peered through
the blinds and got a good look at the young girl on the front porch. Could he
be fucking both Rachael and this one ? She wondered who the young girl was
calling ? Margaret feigned asleep when Hank came to bed. Neither of them
talked much the next morning and then Hank was gone and she was alone.

CHAPTER SIX

It was threethirty. He'd been pacing the motel room for over an hour.
Terry told him last night that they would call him. He was impatient and
horny. Another fucking orgy ? Shit ! He was hoping this Willy guy would
bring more than a couple of girls. Terry said he always had a whole bunch
hanging around. He was getting a hardon thinking about it. The ringing phone
jerked him back to reality.

"Hey ! Hank...Willy here. Why don't we meet down in the bar in twenty
minutes...Sound good ?"

The pause was deafening. It went on for almost five seconds. "Hank ?
Hank ? You there ?"

Hank mumbled something about twenty minutes and hung up the phone.

He felt foolish wandering about, looking for someone he'd never met. He
spotted an aging hippie sitting in the lounge...Long, gray pony tail, bell
bottoms, madras shirt...This couldn't be the guy. Could it ? As he
approached the bar, in walked a well dressed guy in his thirties. Hank was
sure this was the guy.

"Hey ! Hank...Willy...Long time no see."

Hank whirled to find the hippie with his hand stuck out. Hank grasped it
and shook. Willy had a hand on his shoulder, guiding him to the bar. They
were silent for a few seconds while Hank hailed a beer. He asked Willy if he
wanted one ?

"Nah...don't touch much of that...how'd you get into flying ?" They
talked for more than an hour. Hank was impatient. A gorgeous woman had come
in to join the well dressed guy. Hank was sneaking looks at the woman every
few seconds while listening to this Willy guy go on and on about 'Nam.

That was so long ago. Hank's mind wandered...Viet Nam...Wow ! Hard to
believe he was ever there...Got out right after his tour...Started flying
commercially. He'd accumulated over fifteen thousand hours of flying time but
never seemed to get a descent shot at the majors. So, he started his own
company and flew charters...Not bad...Made about a hundred thousand net last
year...With what Margaret brought in...The total was close to two hundred
thousand. Their last kid was off to college and they were now alone. Hank
had been waiting for this a long, long time. The house to himself and
Margaret alone...fucking her every night...But that hadn't happened.
Something else had ! He.....

"You know...He's tired of fucking her !"

Hank looked at Willy like he was nuts. Early thirties...The guy was
probably prying it open every night...He would be !

"Yea ! That's the way I see it but let me tell you..." Willy lowered his
voice. "I flew in with some real fine looking young ladies this morning.
They're just dying to meet you. It'll take us more than all afternoon and
evening to get tired of..."

Hank didn't catch the last of it. Willy was getting up and heading for
the door. Hank rushed to follow and off they went in a van.

"Open the glove compartment." Hank did. Lay there was a huge baggie of
grass. Compared to what he bought, this had to be three, four ounces. Bobby
told him he'd bought an eighth of an ounce. He wondered if it was the same
shit ? He stuck his nose in the baggie and then the aroma of burnt marijuana
was filling the van. The hippie guy was hitting off a joint.

Willy passed it to Hank and then started talking. "You think this will be
enough for six of us ?" Hank lost a whole lung full of smoke. Fuck ! Four
young ladies. He was getting hard already.

Hank jumped a bit when Willy touched him on the arm. He handed the joint
to Willy then just stared at him while he sucked on the joint. Willy squeaked
out. "These girls have been pestering me for quite a while. I'm pretty sure
they know what's up...Oh ! Wow ! Good shit, huh ? Hey ! I was hoping to
bring one of their mother's but she couldn't get off work. Terry said you
might know some...Mothers, that is ?"

Hank was blown away. He was into his third hit off the joint and just had
to have some of this shit...A mother...why not !? They were pulling into a
motel parking lot and Willy was out of the car. Hank followed and after
walking through the lobby and talking with the desk clerk, Willy headed down
the hall...First floor.

Willy knocked on the door. Hank just realized he had the dope in his
pocket. He laughed and then his eyes sprang open when he saw the young thing
who answered the door...Twice as good looking as Terry. Willy was dragging
him through the door.

"Well...girls...our friend is here with the stuff." The four of them
stared at Hank.

Terry got up off one of the beds and walked over to him. "Told you it'd
be cool." She started rubbing his pockets to find the dope. After pulling
the baggie out of his pocket, she tossed it across the room to a blonde. The
girl took it to one of the night stands and started packing the bowl for
a three foot high bong, resting on the floor. Hank noticed that there were
two pipes on the coffee table. Only two beds in the room but they were queen
size...No connecting doors. The hippie guy went to the bathroom and Hank
could hear him pissing.

The two pipes were making the rounds. The room was a fog of marijuana
smoke. Off the six of them went, getting just as stoned as they possibly
could. Hank was in lower earth orbit when he noticed a little brunette going
down on the hippie guy. The hippie fucker was totally bare ass naked.

Shit ! Hank couldn't remember if he'd come out of the bathroom naked ?
He started laughing but stopped abruptly when a stacked little brunette came
out of the bathroom with just a "T" shirt on.

"Pull it up, honey...Come on, Traci...Show us your beaver." The hippie
was laughing. He looked over at Hank, the little brunette still sucking his
cock, her head bobbing over his groin. "Her last name's Forrest." The hippie
guy lay back on the bed, laughing as the stacked brunette climbed up on his
face. Hank figured the hippie guy was going to see lots of her "forest" now.
He started laughing and turned to find Terry bare ass naked, helping the
little blonde out of her clothes.

Hank was on his feet in seconds, stripping off his clothes. He was down
to his jockey shorts, his bone clearly visible. The two young ladies were
kissing each other; each with a hand in the other's crotch, fingering each
other's pussy. Hank ripped his shorts off and climbed up on to the bed. He
spread the little blonde's legs and pulled Terry's hand out of her crotch.

He was in her in seconds and she squealed a bit. When he started fucking
her, she screamed. "God ! He's fucking huge...Oh...Fuck !" Hank did. His
hips were a blur as he pumped his cock in and out of this young thing's cunt.
She was tight and hot and slick and Oh ! Fuck ! His cock was hemorrhaging
semen. She got slicker and then gooey and still he was fucking her. His cock
wasn't getting soft. He was still pounding her !

The tap on his shoulder freaked him out. The hippie guy, Willy, was
standing right next to the bed. He had a hardon and Hank figured he wanted a
little bit of the blonde. Hank bounced off the bed away from Willy and before
he'd rounded the end, Willy was just fucking the shit out the little thing.
Terry was wrapping herself around him, slithering around like a snake.

Hank was still confused. He had just a blown a load the size of Lake
Meade into this young thing's belly and Fuck ! He was still iron hard and
horny. He climbed on to the next bed and between the legs of the stacked
brunette. She had quite a dark forest of pubic hair between her legs and her
tits were magnificent. He was fucking her in seconds, She was nice and
loose, wet and warm; he wondered if Willy had blown a load in her ? He didn't
care...Another little brunette, almost flat chested, crawled on to his back as
he fucked the stacked one.

Willy had Terry on her knees and was assaulting her behind as she chowed
down on the other little blonde. Hank was on his back watching. The flat
chested brunette was licking his cum off the stacked one's tits. Just moments
before...Before he blew his load, he'd jumped to his knees, straddled the
brunette's middle and started grinding his cunt butter slick cock against her
tits. She got the picture and pushed her big titties together. Hank was off
and fucking them. Her areolae were large and a light brown with comparatively
small nipples and wrinkled all around as he fucked her tits.

His load ricocheted off her breast bone and slobbered down around her
neck...A real pearl necklace. The flat chested one wasted no time and was
gobbling it up. Hank pushed her away and moved to her rear. He noticed her
hairless cunt as he plugged into her. She was licking the other one's tits.
He was in the ozone and couldn't believe how fucking lucky he was !

He was just fucking the shit out of this young thing, on her knees before
him, spreading her ass apart and watching her totally hairless anus wrinkle
around as he fucked her. His cock looked like a thick pipe of flesh growing
out of a pair of perfectly hairless, cunt butter slick vagina lips. Her cunt
had a froth of semen surrounding it. He was there again and his semen started
dribbling out of her. He fucked faster. He was afraid he was going to run
out of hardons but then this was still his first. He threw his head back and
laughed !

CHAPTER SEVEN

Margaret was bored as shit. She couldn't get the picture out of her
mind...Hank escorting that teenager out to her car. He never touched her and
they didn't kiss but fuck ! It was only eight in the morning. The whole
fucking neighborhood could tell he'd been fucking her...She wondered if Hank
was getting a little strange on this trip ? If he was doing it at home, he
was probably doing it on the road. She was damn near positive !?

He hadn't given her anywhere near the kind of sex he used to. Shit !
Just weeks ago, they had the best sex they'd had in years. He was like an
animal. She wondered if that was because he was fucking someone else and
that's the way he fucks her ? Does he fuck that college girl, Rachael, like
that ? Margaret knew she couldn't compete with that...Eighteen, nineteen
years old, nice large breasts.

Margaret had seen her around their pool plenty of times...Almost perfect
tits. Oh ! God ! What if their son had...The door bell rang. It was after
nine...Who the fuck could this be ?

She peeked out the curtains and saw Bobby Talbot standing with his back to
her. He was about to leave so she tapped on the window. He waved. She held
up one finger, whispering. "One minute, Bobby." She laughed as she went to
get her robe, thinking he couldn't hear her anyway...Then at the closet, she
decided to forget the robe. He couldn't see through her night gown. It was a
little short, though. She just wouldn't let him sit across from her.

She rushed to the door and opened it a bit, sticking her head out. "A
little late, isn't it ? And the party animal's out of town."

"Wow ! Sorry...I'm a little stoned and didn't think it was that late."
He looked at his wrist, didn't have a watch on and giggled a little.
Margaret opened the door a little wider and Bobby continued. "I know Hank's
gone but I thought maybe I could keep you company or we could watch a movie
and maybe, have a glass of wine...or..." His sentences ran on and on together
and she just noticed the bag in his hand. She opened the door all the way and
Bobby Talbot knew he was going to get laid. He hoped Hank wasn't kidding the
other day about giving it the ol' college try or whatever ?!

Margaret went to get some glasses and Bobby wandered out on to the porch,
the movie already forgotten. Step one, a success...On to step two...He put
the wine on the little table between the patio chairs and quickly torched up
his pipe. He took a big hit and then there was a knock at the kitchen window.

He wandered over and found Margaret tapping on the glass. She was leaning
forward and with the kitchen light the way it was, Bobby could see her dark
areolae through the cotton of her night shirt. The night shirt was kind of
sexy but it wasn't...Well, the shortness was sexy and he was sure she wasn't
wearing any panties. He'd love to get a good peek at her snatch tonight.
Hank wasn't going to be back until Sunday afternoon. Maybe he could talk her
into letting him spend the night tomorrow night ?

Margaret saw the pipe and shook her finger at him. That damn son of her's
had probably told him she was a pot head from way back. She knew her son and
Bobby had experimented with it...And, where Bobby got the bottle of wine ? She
had no idea ! She mouthed the words, "Where's the wine ?" And then held up
her hands like she was clueless. He just took another hit off the pipe and
laughed, wandering off towards the door.

When he entered the kitchen, he exhaled and then passed her the pipe.
"What'd you say ?" He was whispering.

"Why are you whispering, Bobby ? Don't want your friends to know you're
over here hitting on a woman old enough to be your mother ?" She was kidding
and laughed. The look on his face stopped her moments later. He was staring
at her night shirt like she was naked. It was another few moments before she
realized that with the light in the kitchen he could see her silhouette right
through the material. She stepped to the counter and Bobby finally looked up
at her face.

"Lead the way, Don Juan." She laughed as he headed for the patio. She
didn't particularly want him staring at her butt as she led the way. The way
he looked at her in the kitchen...Well, she was sure he didn't look at his
mother that way. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea ? She made sure
there was no way he could look up the hem of her night shirt as she seated
herself on the patio.

Bobby was already holding out the pipe. He was holding his breath and
Margaret remembered the ritual from so long ago. They usually smoked hand
rolled cigarettes back then. She held the smoke in and handed the pipe back
to Bobby. Ten minutes later she realized he was talking but had no earthly
idea what he was saying. She started laughing and then he was pleading with
her that what he said was true. She laughed even louder, still not having a
clue what he was talking about ? He started laughing, too ! They both
stopped, almost at once, realizing that they were being quite noisy.

Bobby leaned over to her and she leaned toward him. "Wanna play blind
man's bluff in the pool ?" She laughed before she realized what he was asking
and then...His face was so close...He was serious. She was sure he meant
naked ? She'd force the issue.

"Did you bring a suit ?" He shook his head back and forth.

"You don't need one either...Five minutes and if I don't catch you...You
can get out."

She was silent. Bobby thought he'd over played his hand. Maybe, she
wasn't that stoned ? Maybe, she'd hate him ? It was only worth it if it
worked. He was afraid he'd blown it but stared right back into her eyes.
Neither of them had blinked since he outlined the game. It was a big pool but
he was pretty sure if they were both in it he'd manage to corner her
and...Well, he knew they'd fuck if her cornered her because...Well, he
figured...Well, he wasn't sure...Shit ! She turned him on, a grown woman.
What the fuck !? Too late now !

His cock was fully hard in his jeans. He thought about leaning back. She
was sure to see it. He decided not to. She was still staring into his eyes.
Like she snapped out of a trance, she sat back. Then she was standing.

"I'll get a blindfold. And I get to tie it on." She was gone but not
before her gaze traveled through his crotch. He was sure she saw it. He
moved it around in his jeans to make it more comfortable. It was still
clearly visible.

Margaret had a dish towel in her hands, folding it up. God ! The kid had
a hardon. Time to fish or cut bait as her father used to say. She still
wasn't sure she wanted to go back out on the patio. If she went to bed, she
was sure Bobby would leave. She wasn't tired though and knew she wouldn't
sleep if she went to bed. Margaret was too keyed up to sleep and wondered
what her husband was doing...Maybe, fucking someone ? She just realized her
nipples were hard. She pinched one and shivered, turned and walked toward the
back patio.

She was standing behind him and wrapping the dish towel around his eyes.
They were silent as she led him to the pool steps. She stepped into the pool
and then threw her night shirt over on the decking; slipped into the water and
quickly pushed away

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