"Ghostwriter to a Killer" (closed)

[PennySaver]

About Jennie's youth

Jennie hadn't had such a good night's sleep in … well, forever! She'd been spent, totally sated, and what with relative confidence in their current safety, she'd been able to curl up against Manny without fear that she'd be woken in the night by alarms, warning texts, gunfire, or strange men in their room.

The next day after she'd gone out to get more food and drink and arrange some travel for three days hence, Jennie sat down in the ratty old arm chair across from Manny and began talking about her childhood, as he'd requested.

"When I was 8 years old, my father was killed by a hit and run driver," she began, her tone matter of fact with just an occasional hint of emotion in it. "My mother had been a 24 year old, unpaid school volunteer who'd loved her job … can you call it a job...? No, but, you know what I mean. She'd had no real work experience, other than the 30 hours plus she volunteered with the school. She'd only been 16 when she got pregnant with me … dropped out of school … married my father just before my birth. He stepped up … didn't have to, I guess, but he was a good man.

"She'd quit her volunteer work and started a string of minimum wage, part time, go nowhere jobs that were somehow keeping us warm, dry, fed, and in our home. I was too young at the time to realize that there was no way she could support us like that flipping burgers or tapping keys down at the local Dairy Mart. Her night shift job … the one for which she left me home with a neighbor and for which she wore short dresses and skirts and a skimpy top and a push up bra … it was the one that was bringing in the real money.

"About two years after my dad's death, mom remarried. Phillip had been one of mom's Johns but he'd fallen hard for her. He asked her to quit the business and marry him."

Jennie smiled and laughed, looking off into the space before her and seeing nothing but memories. "She'd arranged for him to bump into us at the park one afternoon, my 10th birthday. He was eager to make an impression, so … he brought helium balloons … which got away from him as he shook my hand and floated off, not high into the sky, mind you, but off to the edge of the park where they contacted a power transformer and blew a fuse, killing power to over 600 homes for most of the afternoon. He'd also brought a puppy, knowing that I'd been asking for one since even before my dad's death. It bit me … and it peed on my new birthday dress … and it knocked over the cake ... and sat in it."

Jennie laughed, filled their glasses with tequila, and went on. "After I surprisingly approved of him, my mother married him the next month. I loved that man, as much of even more than my father. He worked his ass off seven days a week in his freelance repair shop and still had the energy to show my mother love and play games with me and explain computers to me and teach me how to drive.

"Then … about two years later … things changed," Jennie said, her tone becoming solemn. She hesitated while she contemplated how she wanted to frame the next part of her life. "I was old enough to know about husbands and wives and sex and about how icky it was to walk in on or hear your parents having sex. But you know the saying out of sight, out of mind? I hadn't realized it, but my parents -- I'd considered Phillip dad, of course -- I hadn't realized it, but they never had sex. Later, when I came to realize that my mother had been a prostitute for two years, I would wonder Why don't my parents ever fuck?"

Jennie's eyes began to glaze over, but she fought the tears back. "Days short of my 16th birthday, my mother died. I wasn't there … I was in Haiti with a church group, helping children and reading to them and stuff like that while the adults were building a school. Phillip told me at the time that she'd died of an embolism. In truth, she'd swallowed a bottle of pills and died. On his own deathbed two years after that, from lung cancer, Phillip told me mom had contracted HIV while hooking. He'd avoided contracting it himself, somehow. I guess it's harder for a woman to pass it to a man than the other way around … I guess … depending on what kinky shit you're doing under the sheets or something. Plus, like I said, they'd quit fucking, too.

Anyway, the regimen for treatment was failing her, and she couldn't bear to have me see her like that … so … she killed herself. By then, I was already killing people for a living."

 

[Homerun2611]

They got up, and she kissed him goodbye. Then he sat there, confused and....happy. He had kissed her goodbye...he didn't do that, certainly not based on expectation of seeing someone again shortly. They were behaving frighteningly close to a couple. Manny had slept with lots of women, several of them, several times, but never, ever had he had a girlfriend or even intimacy. So this was odd. She clearly wasn't a girl friend, yet she was a girl...clearly, anatomically equipped to perfection. And...she was a friend. They had put their lives on the line for each other, and as much as she had shown she would risk her life for him...he, to a lesser extent, had done the same for her. And as he thought about it, he realized, he hadn't done it out of professionalism, he had done it due to caring...unwilling to let her down, no matter the consequences.

So he sat there, realizing what an amazing night of carnal bliss they had enjoyed, and how good she had felt sleeping and being in his arms. Make no mistake, the fucking was incredible...but for the first and only time in his life, the cuddling was just as good or better.

He finally got to work, and got on a roll. She was not gone all that long, maybe an hour, a little longer, and he had done another 45 pages. She brought back food, and yet one more bottle of tequila. "Are you trying to make sure the author/alcoholic cliche rings true?" He did one more thing as she walked in the door, something completely out of character, he gave her a soft, welcoming kiss back home. Then they got to work.

The story wasn't bad, he had heard worse, but it was poignant. He had questions he asked, "Do you remember your real father? ...So, when you realized your mother had been a prostitute, what did you feel?...When did you go out on your own?" Those he didn't have to ask because they were subsequently answered, "Your stepfather married his hooker girlfriend, and they stopped fucking? Ah, Aids." He had done some research on the disease and this would have been the 90's when it was almost the modern version of leprosy, the fact her stepdad stayed with her mother was quite the testament to the man. He also found himself glad she had, had a positive male influence in her life.

"I think I've got it, I may want to come back but that is good. You have faced a lot of death, natural and the ones you inflicted, how do you think losing so many so young changed you?"

He also had one more major topic, a bit awkward considering last night. "Okay...what about sex?" He saw the look in her eyes and smiled..."No, I don't mean between us...although...I could use a "shower and a nap". He made air quotes and laughed..."Tell me about the loves and conquests of Jennifer Craig...present company accepted...When has sex been your friend, your enemy...your assistant...oh, have you been in love...how often...what happened?"

He put his phone on the charger, he thought this might take a while...and he hated this was necessary...as right now...it was the last thing he wanted to hear!

 

[PennySaver]

"Do you remember your real father?"

Sure, she told him. Fragments ... memories maybe, or maybe her mother had simply told her so many stories about him that Jennie thought she remembered those things first person.

"...when you realized your mother had been a prostitute, what did you feel?"

Jennie said she was horrified at first. But then, when she realized the sacrifice her mother had made to ensure that she had had food in her belly, shoes on her feet, and a roof over her head, Jennie thought her mother the greatest woman in the world.

"When did you go out on your own?"

She told him 2007, right after she'd killed Masterson. She was only 17, but things had become strained with her step father. Then she found out he was dying of cancer, moved back in with him until his death, and was once again on her own.

"I ditched my former life entirely," Jennie told Manny. "Called a local agency that helped with the homeless and told them they could have the house and everything inside it for $4,000, enough for me to buy a used Harley I'd been eying sitting in the neighbor's driveway off and on with a For Sale sign on it."

When he asked her about how the deaths she'd experienced in her life affected her professionally, Jennie asked, "Did seeing my mom and dad die so young and senselessly push me more speedily toward becoming a contract killer...? Is that what you're asking...? No. But … I'll admit … seeing those two wonderful people die like they did … it made it easier for me to kill people who were absolute scumbags."

Then he asked rather bluntly, "Okay...what about sex?"

Manny explained that he wasn't asking Jennie to fuck, to which she answered playfully, "Darn. Got my hopes up."

"Tell me about the loves and conquests of Jennifer Craig...present company excepted," he prompted. "When has sex been your friend, your enemy...your assistant...oh, have you been in love...how often...what happened?"

In contrast to what Manny was feeling about not wanting to hear her talk about her sex life before him, Jennie had no problem talking about the people with whom she'd found sexual bliss. However, after she began, she got the idea that perhaps her description was changing his attitude about the topic … while also getting him stiff.

"My first lover was another girl," she began without shame. "Her name was Mary. She was a year old than me, and our first time together was the night of my 18th birthday party. I'd gotten some grants, scholarships, and loans and was going to U-Dub … University of Washington. I was living with three girls in a ratty apartment in downtown Seattle, and Mary had found out it was my birthday … I hadn't been planning on celebrating, obviously … but she found out and demanded I have a party and she threw one together. Two of my roomies were lesbians but not lovers … they had girlfriends other than each other is what I mean. Mary had been dating one of them but was just friends at the time.

"As you might expect, the guest list included a greater than typical percentage of lesbians since three of four chicks throwing the party together were of that ilk. Mary caught me watching a pair of drunk girls who were seriously making out and getting handsy with one another in a corner and started talking to me about sex and relationships and boys-with-girls, girls-with-girls, boys-with-boys … and the next thing I knew, we were in my bed making love.

"It just … it seemed so natural. She was so beautiful and sexy and erotic … a bit more than a year older than me … fiery redhead … fair skin filled with freckles … if you have freckles, is your skin considered fair or pale? I don't really know. Anyway … she was everything I wasn't … well rounded … full bodied … she had these incredible tits … dear God … they were all real, all natural … Mother Nature's gift to humanity. I found myself laying their and just..."

Jennie's words slipped off as she looked into space and remembered suckling Mary's large, swollen nipples while listening to the older girl moaning softly at the delight she was getting from it. Jennie looked to Manny, smiled, exploded in a blush that was visible even with her dark African/Mexican/Indian mixed skin, and laughed embarrassed.

"Anyway, you probably don't want to hear any more about that, do you? Shall we move on?"

 

[Homerun2611]

Manny nodded as she talked about her father, and then smiled and broke his rule regarding her mother. "I am glad you look at it that way, I'm sure she hated it, but you do what you have to do for family and those you love, I'd like to think I would do whatever I needed to. Manny's family history was not exactly lily white, and he knew that he had relatives who had resorted to small scale drug dealing and prostitution. They had ultimately turned themselves around and become parents and positives in their communities. Not that he necessarily agreed, but he was a strong believer in not judging until you walk a day in that person's shoes.

One item piqued his interest, "... enough for me to buy a used Harley I'd been eying sitting in the neighbor's driveway off and on with a For Sale sign on it." Damn, she liked to ride, so did he, loved it in fact...he would come back to that.

He laughed at her reaction to his question about sex, "Darn. Got my hopes up." He laughed, "Oh, don't worry, I am a full service ghost writer." Then they got going. She implied that she was a virgin until she was 18 at least, and he couldn't help but smile at that. "When was your first real time with a guy...do you have a preference now?...Are there things you feel you get from women and nof from men...vice-versa?"

Manny was doing a good job of staying objective and removing his feelings from the picture, which was not easy. For as she talked about her sexual exploits with the girl, he found himself glancing towards the bathroom, couch and bed, where they had enjoyed day one of their sexual decathlon yesterday, and he found himself hopeful, no yearning, for day 2!

She finally closed, "Honestly that sounds really nice, I have heard about a lot of firsts, and that is definitely one of the better experiences. Did that turn into any sort of relationship or was that a one time thing?"

He listened to her answer, and then typed something into his phone, smiled and stood up and headed toward the shower. "I do want to move on, but I want a little break. You bought a Harley, I hope you still like to ride? I was thinking, let's go rent a bike, pack a picnic and a blanket and go take a ride in the countryside. I just looked it up, we can rent a bike about a half mile from here. Let's go have some fun...and then you can tell me about other experiences...guys, girls, loves, how you used sex as part of your kill...you do know these are the excerpts the Times will run, right?"

He laughed, he did want to work but he also wanted to feel the wind in their face, and make that bike fly with one of them on the back, arms around the other, stop, and drink and fuck on a blanket under the azure sky, or maybe on the bike. He had never fucked a girl on a bike, but she was unlike any other woman he had ever met, so ....maybe!

 

[PennySaver]

They rented a rather nice sized Harley -- with a major cash security deposit almost equivalent to the bike's cost -- and took off down the eastern coast of the Sea of Cortez. There was very little out here other than sand, cacti, and the occasional peasant fishing shack, but it was still one of the most beautiful and enjoyable rides Jennie had every taken. She laid back into the Harley's sissy bar, as she'd called the similar item on her stingray bicycle as a child, and simply watched the world pass by as Manny chose which junctions to take when they reached them or stopped at the overlooks that required a longer viewing of the surrounding scenery.

They had covered almost 300 miles with only a handful of stops before the road passed very closely to the beach and Jennie pointed off to a tiny house, saying, "Pull up there."

A tiny woman came out at the sound of the bike and -- upon Jennie shedding her glasses and hat to better show her face -- began ranting in delighted Spanish as she opened her arms for a big hug. Manny's own Spanish understanding would easily reveal that the two women knew each other well, that they hadn't seen one another in more than a decade, and that a man the woman named Maria called Jose was away on a fishing boat and likely wouldn't be back for three weeks.

"This is my best friend in the world," Jennie told Manny as she introduced him in Spanish to the local. When the old lady spoke with a suggestive tone -- not in Spanish or English but in German of all things -- Jennie laughed and said in English, "Yes, this is my boyfriend, Manuel Cordero ... and you should know it isn't polite to ask such questions."

The two women laughed together before Maria escorted them inside her one room home for supper. The sun was about to set upon the waters of the Gulf, and Jennie asked in German if the alte Fischerhütte was still standing. After Maria answered Ja natürlich and asked a question of her own in that language that just seemed off for Coastal Mexico, Jennie told Manny, "There's an old fishing shack down on the water that we can stay in tonight. It's not much ... but it's private."

They finished their meal with the woman, hopped back on the bike, and rode it about three quarters of a mile farther south, down to the little building that sat so close to the shore that the surf would have reached it if it hadn't set a good ten feet higher than the current high tide sea level.

Jennie stepped off the bike after Manny had put down the stand, but held an arm out to prevent him from getting off. She reached to the front of his waist and began unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping him. She made him stand, pulled his jeans down off his ass and already swollen cock, then pushed him back into the seat again. She was out of all of her clothes and in Manny's lap -- her back to his chest, her ass in his lap -- in less than 20 seconds.

"Lean back," she ordered, urging him back against the padded sissy bar as she grasped his erection and fed it into her. She grimaced at his reentry into her somewhat still worn out pussy, the moaned in delight as he filled her up. She grasped his knees in her hand and -- just before she began riding him hard and fast -- looked back over her shoulder at him and said, "Vroom, vroom ... start your engine."

 

[Homerun2611]

Manny was thrilled. At how enthusiastically Jennie embraced the idea of their renting a bike and hitting the open road. She seemed thrilled, perhaps surprised that Manny was a biker too. The cost of the bike was outrageous, probably due to the fact that others like them had used fake identification to rent the expensive bikes, and in their case it was little more than a 50-50 shot they would return the bike, or either of them, in one piece. Trouble seemed to find Jennie like a bad penny, nonetheless, Manny was all in!

"I'll drive...you can relax and I have found I love being between your legs." He played with words teasingly, but the reality couldn't have been more true. They were barely out of town, just turning on the coastal highway heading South along the Sea of Cortez. One of Manny's best experiences had been during the summer between his junior and senior years in college. He and three friends had hopped on their bikes and traveled west out of Austin. The first stop had been Vegas, but they gambled just enough to get the free cocktails the casinos provided, and check out the scenery, a place with more silicon than Intel's manufacturing plants.

The drive between Vegas and LA is mostly desert, but they took a detour through the San Gabriel Mountains which was beautiful, but the absolute highlight of the trip was the ride up Highway 1 from LA t to Monterrey. The South to North trip can take as little as 4 hours, but they took 4 days, stopping along to enjoy the beaches, beach/cabana bars, and California girls!

It is one of the most beautiful sets of scenery anywhere, but this could rival it, and as he hit 90, the wind in their faces, an incredible woman with and wrapped partially around him, Manny could not imagine there was a place on earth he'd rather be. The funny thing was, he thought he was navigating, deciding where to go, finding a beach shack for boiled shrimp and fresh shucked oysters and cerveza. So they had been traveling for almost 5 hours, including lunch, that he saw her point, "Pull up there." He looked over and there was a small, nothing of a house, maybe two bedrooms, over looking the ocean, not another house in sight from the highway.

He assumed Jennie needed to use the ladies room, and given she always had he gun, she did not need a formal invitation. It was like traveling with a land pirate, a sexy, lethal land pirate. However, he soon realized how wrong he was as the woman who came out to greet them shrieked in glee.

He understood when the women spoke in Spanish, but not German. He wondered how a German speaking Mexican woman had ended up here married to a fisherman, but he wouldn't be rude, he assumed Jennie would fill him in later. One thing he heard loud and clear..."Yes, this is my boyfriend, Manuel Cordero ... and you should know it isn't polite to ask such questions." Manny turned and smiled at her, pleased but doubting his promotion. 'Was he?' One, he had never had a girlfriend, not really. Two, he was feeling things very quickly. Maybe it was the adrenaline of this life style, except he knew it wasn't, it was her.

No doubt she would not have been every man's cup of tea, but other woman had seemed fake, and materialistic and needy...Jennie was none of those. She was more capable than he, sexy as hell, but intellectually honest. He trusted her, more than he could remember trusting anyone, which was odd to say about an assassin. Yet, not unlike Love Story, he also already knew they would end in tragedy, and yet it only made him want to enjoy this time, each moment more, and so he nodded and smiled at her statement. "God help me, but I am!" Oh, there was the sex, in that manner they were flame and kerosene...together they raged and ravaged hot!

Manny thanked her for the delicious and authentic seafood paella, and he hopped on the bike with Jennie grabbing him and straddling the seat behind him, ready to navigate them to their bed for the night. The Sun was setting, it was almost 9 o'clock but the night was amazing. Manny had two fantasies he hoped would play out here, even tonight, one was his aforementioned sex on the bike, the second was under the moon and stars in the warm blue water of the Sea of Cortez. She pointed where to go, and he looked back over his shoulder, "So tell me, how did you meet and know Senorita Fraulein? What is your story?" Manny liked Maria, but it was such a juxtaposition.

Manny stopped the bike, but Jennie had either anticipated his desire, or sexually they were just incredibly in synch. Taking control she had them naked in seconds, and Manny was apparently gaining points by always having a big, hard cock ready and willing to enjoy. He got back on the bike and she pushed him back. "Lean back," God she was athletic, graceful and sexy as she mounted him and slipped his throbbing, purple, pylon of passion back inside her tight little cunt. "Fuuuuuuck yessss" he moaned he so wanted this.

"Vroom, vroom ... start your engine." That made him laugh, laugh hard, but still he pushed up, the need intense, the desire overwhelming. "Statt, hell since you invited my mouth between your legs the other night, it has never been off...at most it has idled....have I yet not been hard and ready for you...so what are you...cowgirl..biker girl...or just a sexual savant!" He gripped her hips, drove himself up and hard as she fired down. Her pussy was as tough as she was...and God he loved it...they fucked so hard and intense...long and needy they fed off each other, demanded their best and delivered, finally releasing together in extended and powerful climax. He was panting hard as they finished, and she laid back against him, his forearm cradled around her shoulder. "You are the best I have ever had...I want you to know that but back up there, you said boyfriend...I have never had a girlfriend...not really...I'd like you to be my first...I really would..."

 

[PennySaver]

Jennie let her knees fall outside of Manny's thighs, leaned forward to grasp the Harley's handlebars, and matched his thrusts until they were both moaning out in joy at what was taking place between them. He was penetrating her so much more deeply than he had yet, and with each ramming, her clit and the sensitive flesh all about it dragged up and down the lower side of his shaft, sending her into heights of ecstasy that drove her what might have been three rapid fire orgasms or simply one long one, she couldn't tell and -- honestly -- didn't care.

When she'd had enough and knew that Manny, too, had found his joy, she walked her hands back over the gas tank to lift her body and laid back into him, spent. Jennie was so far gone from this mortal world that she only barely caught was Manny was whispering at her ear.

"What...?" she asked in shock when her conscious caught up. "What do you mean, you've never had a girlfriend?"

He explained himself a bit more, telling her that, sure, he'd had lovers and, sure, sometimes he fucked the many times over short or long periods of time … but in the true sense of girlfriend-boyfriend relations, he'd never had someone who he'd considered a girlfriend.

Jennie looked off over the water to the west, to the red that stretched out along the horizon after the sun had made its disappearing act. She began to feel the effects of the rapidly dropping temperature on her naked body, and she used it as an excuse to extract Manny's still mostly hard cock from her hole, then slide forward and off the bike. She snatched up her clothes, laughed, and told him, "Do yourself up, and bring the bike."

With that, she ran barefoot across the sand toward and into the little fishing hut some 50 yards distance. Inside, she slipped back into her panties and bra, then lit a premade fire that had likely been waiting weeks for someone who needed it. When Manny entered she pointed out some of the little shack's features -- bed, wood stove, coffee pot, fresh water barrel -- and made some jokes comparing it to his Seattle hotel suite.

Then, with a suddenly serious tone she spoke of that about which she'd been thinking after he'd asked to be her boyfriend, "You remember that I'm going to die … right?"

 

[Homerun2611]

He held her against his body, her chest heaving and her body shivering a bit like she'd been electrocuted. God, he loved how she had sex, it was a total body experience, most women would never know what great sex should feel like, Jenne should sell videos and instruction manuals. He realized it was just her, she knew no other way than all in. She slowed down a bit, "What...?" she asked in shock when her conscious caught up. "What do you mean, you've never had a girlfriend?"


"Nope, never, lots of lovers, good ones, but none who captivated me and made me want to stay, enjoy every moment with her. You actually have no idea do you...how rare you are as a woman, as a human being...not the killer part, but everything else?" She slipped readied herself to scamper away, she left him wanting, but maybe that was her answer, finally his turn at unrequited affection. "Do yourself up, and bring the bike."


He did, zipped up, he left his shirt hanging around his neck, his chest exposed, actually enjoying the cooling air after many hours in the near 100 degree heat of the Mexico sun. He enjoyed watching his barefooted, bare assed sexy patner run down the pathi into the shack where they would spend the night. He walked th heavy bike down, and despite the fact no one other than Maria should be anywhere close, he locked it up and hid it around back. He had learned, in life with Jennie, you took nothing for granted.

He opened the door, and had to admit, he would have preferred she stayed naked. She gave him a tour of their accommodations, none required more effort than a turn of his neck. He didn't mind, in fact, it was kinda perfect. He watched the fire reflect off her partially clad body, he hoped a return to nudity was not long off. But she looked at him, "You remember that I'm going to die … right?"

He laughed, walking toward her, "Really, me too....and the longer I am with you the more I realize I may be first...." Now he got serious, putting his hands on her waist...making her look in his eyes. "Yes, I know and I don't care...I have felt more alive, more passion knowing you, than the rest of my life combined...whether it is a year, a month, a day, or a second we have left...I know I want to spend it living, really living, and enjoying you...and when it is done...assuming you go first, I will mourn you, and move on...but I will never regret having this window to feel like I do."

He waited for her response, if any, and then he walked to the window. "I'm going to build a fire outside, right on the water's edge...I do have a request...and it may be a little chilly!"

 

[PennySaver]

"Really, me too....and the longer I am with you the more I realize I may be first...."

Manny started to step closer, but Jennie took an obvious step back from him. She said with a chastising tone, "I'm serious. This isn't a joke to me ... death. I'm not--"

She hesitated, unsure if what she was about to say was actually true. She restarted, "I'm not afraid of dying. I mean, I'm not going to just step out in front of a train or walk out into the Gulf and flag down some sharks. But … I'm going to die, and I know I'm going to die, and I've accepted it. But … I'm going to die alone. There is no reason for you to die with me, and I don't mean literally. I know what it means to love someone who dies."

Jennie hadn't meant to imply that Manny loved her; she'd only been trying to speak on the difference between him knowing someone who'd died -- her -- and actually caring for someone who'd died.

"Yes, I know and I don't care..."

Jennie listened to him talk about how their time together had affected him, and she found herself conflicted on how she felt about it. When she'd stripped her clothes off and asked him to lick her pussy … when she'd invited him to the shower to fuck … she hadn't done so because she wanted him to fall for her; she'd done it because she'd had an itch to scratch and -- she'd thought correctly -- he had, too.

"I'm going to build a fire outside, right on the water's edge," he told her. "I do have a request...and it may be a little chilly!"

She stood there with her arms wrapped protectively around her midsection as Manny headed out. After some minutes -- how many she didn't know -- Jennie put her clothes back on and went to the bike to retrieve the heavy coat that had been zipped around the sissy bar. As she put it on, she smelled Manny in the cloth, the sweat of their recent fuck. Jennie took a deep inhalation of his scent as she looked down to where he was building the fire … and she realized that she could very easily fall in love with him as well.

She donned the jacket and headed down to the beach.

 

[Homerun2611]

"I'm serious. This isn't a joke to me ... death. I'm not -- I'm not afraid of dying. I mean, I'm not going to just step out in front of a train or walk out into the Gulf and flag down some sharks. But … I'm going to die, and I know I'm going to die, and I've accepted it. But … I'm going to die alone. There is no reason for you to die with me, and I don't mean literally. I know what it means to love someone who dies."


Manny now looked at her steely eyed, "It is no a joke to me either...but if I care or not...if I mourn or not, or how I do it..." He stopped, softened "....Jennie, I know you like control, but I'm sorry, you don't get to control this. I may have just been a release for you...I respect that more than most, I have had to do that more times than I remember...but it isn't that way for me, and nothing you are going to say is going to change that. You won't leave my mind ever, and until I know you are gone...I will do whatever I can to help you end it well. You don't get to choose how I feel...how I mourn...or if when that day comes, for either of us, if I am in love with you or not."

She wasn't one who he thought would listen to an emotional appeal, so he used facts and logic, what was controllable, what wasn't. He brought a couple of pieces of burning kindling with him and soon he had a nice fire by the beach. He thought about their conversation, and he tried to put himself in her shoes, but couldn't. If he were given the ability to know the day or approximate duration of the rest of his life, would he want to know? His answer was a resounding no. What a burden that must be, and it saddened him that she wanted to die alone. He had been there at his mother's side when she passed, and he was glad he was.

He had grabbed two blankets and by the time Jennie came down to meet him, he had the blanket wrapped around him, and as she approached he got up and opened it revealing his naked body. "It really isn't that chilly, and it is warmer in the water than it is out here. So, my request is, a midnight swim...feel your legs wrapped around me out there and fuck in the moonlight? Afterward I have blankets and a fire to warm us up. He looked at her hopeful, yet knowing it was an absolutely crazy request!

 

[PennySaver]

When she approached the fire and Manny opened his blanket to reveal his naked body, she murmured playfully, "What the fuck!"

He explained, and Jennie couldn't help but laugh. "You're fucking crazy. You know that."

It wasn't a question; it was a statement of fact. But, had Jennie said it about the midnight swim/fuck or about his feelings regarding being with her to the end … about being part of her life … and her death?

A minute later, they were both in the waters of the Sea of Cortez naked, and a minute after that Jennie was in Manny's arms with her legs wrapped high around his waist, opening her wide as he plunged his cock deep inside her...

It was the least craziest thing they could have been doing right now...

 

[Homerun2611]

He laughed with her, "Yes, I am...but you like it...admit it!" He stood there and watched her strip for him by the light of the fire, and he took his time, letting his eyes scan up and down her. "I never know how many more times I will enjoy this, I want this picture in my memory book forever."

He moved toward her and picked her small body up in his strong arms. He carried her out until he was slightly more than waist deep, and then let go of only her legs. "Wrap yourself around me, I want to wear you." Her legs wrapped around his body, he ventured out further making her virtually weightless. As he pulled her into kiss him, his cock slid inside her opening, still filled with remnants of their last adventure. The waters of the sea were almost like black glass, with perfect reflections of the moon and star filled night.

They began slow, grinding and kissing, hands skillfully probing...and then like an old steam engine, they pumped faster and faster, and faster, and faster...until in a rush of desire his whistle blew, and hers erupted...They were beautiful together, no words spoken...glorious sexual beasts enjoying natures greatest offerings....He would remember this night forever, actually every night with her...but on the night he died...it was this scene, this girl, this moment and this feeling, that put the final smile on his face.

Afterward he wrapped her with him in blankets and they sat and talked by the fire. She asked about him, and he told her his story, things he had never told anyone, things he never would again...but she was his confessional...he had been seduced and some would say molested by an Aunt, but he never told anyone, how he had lost his virginity, nor did he ever feel he had been wronged. She had been gentle and caring. He told her about sports, about competition, about his love of books and old movies, his dreams and fears...the life he wished they could have shared, but never would.

It was closer to sun up than it should have been when still naked they went back up into the house. They fucked in exhaustion and she fell asleep on top of him, his cock still buried inside. Nope, he would never forget this, not a single moment!

 

[PennySaver]

Jennie struggled to stay awake after Manny had essentially passed out from their hours of fucking. She whispered to him that she was going outside to pee just in case there was any consciousness left in him, then gathered her clothes and a couple of other items and went out to the shoreline. She watched the red and orange of the sun behind her in the east strike the waters of the Sea of Cortez far to the west, the line of light rushing toward the shore at her feet; as the sun rose, she felt its warmth upon the back of her nude body.

She caught movement off in the distance to her right and new that it was the early bird, Maria. She gave the old woman a wave, then walked up the trail to the woman's little retirement home. They spoke for several minutes in German, sometimes struggling for the words of what was Maria's third language and Jessie's fifth; they rarely got the chance to speak the language these days like they did when Maria -- a custodian in the German Embassy in Mexico City -- was Jennie contact regarding an Intelligence Officer she was there to assassinate.

Jennie handed a small pouch to Maria, who opened it, examined the contents, then looked up with a solemn expression, asking, "Sind Sie sicher, dass Sie dies tun möchten?"

The younger woman drew a deep breath, looking out onto the water, then down to the little shack. In English, she responded, "Yes … I'm certain I want to … no … I'm certain I need to do this."

Jennie looked to Maria, asked if she would take care of things with Manny -- which she knew she would -- and took the keys to the old woman's pickup truck and left...

When Manny awoke and found himself alone, and when he came up to Maria's home for some sort of explanation, the old lady would give him a note Jennie had composed before she left:

I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen, you and me. Go to Tacos Chuy on Juan Aldama in Puerto Peñasco. A package will be waiting for you.​

If Manny asked Maria anymore about what the fuck was happening, all she could tell him was to Trust that Jennifer knows best … that and order the #6 with extra hot sauce at Tacos Chuy.

"Wire for motor bike on road," Maria would tell him, pointing north. "Go red sign, one mile … find on spine cactus by red sign."

Jennie had known that the Harley would cover the distance to Puerto Peñasco in half the time the old rattling Chevy would, and she'd been afraid that Manny might be able to make it run without the keys, so hiding them -- for instance, a mile down the road at a red sign advertising scuba lessons -- wouldn't have given her enough time to make her escape. So, she'd removed two of the spark plug wires and gave Maria the locations of them.

Before Manny could ever get to Puerto Peñasco, Jennie would be on a small plane destined for the east coast … where she would then catch a small jet for Cuba … where she would then catch a small boat for Key West … where, yes again, she would catch yet another plane that would take her to the location of the man she was going to kill for Cabal … to ensure that Manuel Cordero never had to worry about someone putting a small caliber bullet in the back of his head.

The package at Tacos Chuy, meanwhile, contained Manny's replacement passport -- arranged by the Cabal's man in the Mexico City based US Consulate -- and $50,000 in cash, as well as a note: Will be in touch.

 

[Homerun2611]

She needn't have worried about him following her, it was far too late for that, before he ever realized she was actually gone. He woke briefly not long after she had left but thought he had heard her rustling and deep in post multi orgasmic coma, he never considered she would walk out on him, and on this. Even later, when he realized that was exactly what had happened he was in shock. Could this really have been that one sided, could he have so misread his partners feeling through al that incredible sex? As he flew along at near 100 MPH, little caring if he took a bad hop and ended up as a broken, bleeding or dead heap, he thought, 'is there anything more painful than unrequited love?' The question obviously rhetorical, he well knew the answer.

When he did wake up the second time, he saw all of her things gone, and ran out to see the bike disabled and knew she was gone. His heart sank, and the happiest and most satd of men, became the most sad and depressed. It was ironic, in her likely attempt to save him, she had risked killing him, and she still just might. He looked out at the blue sea...considered taking a long swim to nowhere...and only his promise to his deserted lover to tell her story stopped him. Manny was a man of passion, and like most writers and highly creative individuals had sometimes battled with severe depression. He had never surrendered, but this was a blow...and only time would determine the outcome.

He didn't really even clean up, he walked barefoot the near mile up to see Maria. "Why?" was all he asked and she showed him the note. He shook his head, a tear in his eye, he didn't understand. He didn't mean for it to happen either, but he was still here, and she was gone. He looked at Maria again "Why, is she incapable of letting someone get close, of loving, of being loved...you have no idea how incredible we were together...the passion...and then...poof!" He put his head in his hands, he was decimated. She wasn't brave, she was a chicken shit..yes she could kill...but she couldn't live. Perhaps that is the title, "The Killer Afraid to Live!"

A little more than an hour later, he had fixed the bike, and was on his way. He dropped it off, and a day later he was back in his shitty apartmen in Chicago, nakd curled up in a blanket, eating ice cream. He was watchng the national news, 'note to self when depressed, do not watch the news'. Story after story of sensationalist tragedy, at least that convinced Manny to never sell out and become a talking head. He now had a tortured soul, so fiction writing would be his destiny, assuming he had a destiny. It was near the end that the story of the excavation of John Doe from a construction site in Seatle came on. It was accompanied by all sorts of misguided speculation on which mafioso hit this might have been as they stuggled to find a DNA match. Manny smiled, young Jennie had done a good job.

He decided then to go back to Seattle and finish the book there. As he packed, a courier showed up slightly later with a letter. In there, was the address to an encrypted site which detailed all of her killings in chronological order, complete with details on who, where,when, why and how. This would largely do it, he really had only one more thing he was struggling with.

There wasn't a moment he didn't hope he would hear from her or better yet, have her knock at his door. He even checked back into the exact same room at the Four Seasons, and hoped she wouldn't knock. Why the nect morning he found himself at Katy's Exotic he didn't know. He was grappling with one final question and that was the inclusion of himself in the story. Was it relevant, was he relevant, in her life? And as Lauren walked toward him, her scowl changed into a look of concern. "Jesus Christ Manuel, you look like shit, what happened?" Manny longed to be called Manny again, but only by her. Manuel looked up with a wry smile, "Good to see you too Lauren...it is a long story, any chance you are free for dinner or a drink later?"

 

[PennySaver]

Lauren was with a couple buying a large order of coffee and baked goods for an event when Manny walked in. She caught his eye and smiled, gesturing she'd be with him in a moment. When she went to him she nearly leaned in to give him a kiss. But there was wear and tear in the face of the man in whom she'd only previously seen passion and euphoria.

"Good to see you too Lauren," he greeted her. "It is a long story, any chance you are free for dinner or a drink later?"

"I have a thing I have to go to, and I don't know how long it'll last," she told him as she set his usual coffee before him. She wrote some digits upon a paper napkin, telling him they were the code for the door locks and alarm. "Let yourself in. I'll be home as soon as I can."

Then, smiling devilishly, she informed Manny with feigned disappointment, "Sorry, Maddie's out of town with the team."

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While he might have been disappointed at the absence of Lauren's sexy roomie, Madeline, when he entered the apartment Manny would find the redhead's mother, Katie walking through the loft … in very little at all.

"Fuck! Who are you and how the fuck--?" Katie began as she quickly slapped her hands over her bared breasts. Her question ended without an end, though, as she began to recognize Manny from a day in the shop days earlier … as well as in other places. She smiled and crossed his way, dropping her hands; her high heels clicked upon the loft's hardwood floors. "Manuel, right? Katie told me you were back in town and that you were getting together tonight..."

When she was close enough, she offered her right hand out, continuing, "...but I thought you were going out."

She showed no stress about being dressed -- or undressed -- as she was. She turned away and headed for the first floor bathroom as she explained, "I just got back from a dinner that was bo-o-o-o-ring as hell. I don't mean the dinner itself … I mean the man I was having dinner with!"

Upon reaching the bathroom, Katie swung the door mostly shut but not all the way, so that Manny could still hear her as she talked about how this guy -- a coffee and coffee maker salesman -- had been asking her out for quite sometime, and now that she'd finally gone out with him, she was so sorry about it. She called out, "I'll probably have to switch distributors now, just to keep him away."

The entire time she was in the bathroom, the partially open door offered Manny a clear view of Katie in the full length mirror on the opposite wall. For a woman past 40 with a grown child, she had an incredible body; at just 5'6", she'd always been petite, and as the years raged on, she maintained her fit body through exercise and strict diet.

When she emerged from the bathroom, she was wearing a pair of oversized gym shorts, a cropped tank top -- through which those pert nipples were screaming look at us! -- and a pair of comfy, cotton ankle socks. She asked Manny about what he'd been doing recently as she headed for the kitchen to make coffee in the new home espresso machine she'd brought home tonight. Pointing out that her date had given it to her yesterday after she'd agreed to go out with him, she laughed and said, "I'll probably have to sleep with him at least once, just to keep me from getting black listed with the other distributors. It's an unfair world, but who knows, maybe he's good with his tongue."

Again she laughed loudly, apologized for her crudeness, and asked, "So, how'd you like the drawing I did of you and the girls last time you were here?"

Katie had stopped by that morning to drop off some loan forms her daughter had needed and found the three lovers wrapped up in each others arms. The trio had actually been covered by a blanket, but Katie had thought it would make a bigger picture if they'd been exposed. So, she'd gently removed the blanket from them, then gently urged her sleeping daughter to shift with a soft tickle to one of her feet. The result had been that Manny's cock was then revealed, making the end drawing complete.

If Manny asked, she'd tell him about it. She had nothing to hide.

 

[Homerun2611]

As Manny revisited the site of his carnel adventure, he was a different soul or so he thought. He hadn't gone to Katy's, and least consciously to have sex, yet he had to admit he felt a pang of disappointment when he heard Maddie was away. He let himself in as Lauren had directed but he was as surprised as Katie when she saw him, "Fuck! Who are you and how the fuck--?"

He turned and smiled at the undoubtedly spectacular older woman and mother of his recent lover, not to mention her mentor in the skills he had so enjoyed. She seemed to get over her surprise, She smiled and crossed his way, dropping her hands; her high heels clicked upon the loft's hardwood floors. "Manuel, right? Katie told me you were back in town and that you were getting together tonight...but I thought you were going out."

Katie was a feast for the eyes, "I have to say it is VERY nice to see you too" as he playfully let his eyes quite obviously take her in he scanned her hells to the lips of the acclaimed cock sucker. Her lack of modesty could easily be taken as a come on...he wasn't sure it wasn't, and even less certain he would say no. Particularly as she let him enjoy the view as she got dressed and came out. "I certainly hope you didn't feel the need to get dressed on my accunt?" He teased as he realized his spiits were already improving.

He answered her question honestly, "I have been alll over researching a book I've been writing, damn near got me killed, and I can't talk about it to anyone and plese trust me you don't want to know but I will send you and Lauren a release when it comes out." He laughed, at sleeping for he espresso maker, "So, if I were to get you a gelato maker, or ....?" He winked. She was disarming and playful, and damn her tits were very nice...larger and much more full than either her daughter or Jennie, and Manny did enjoy a nice change of pace.

Then she dropped the bombshell, "So, how'd you like the drawing I did of you and the girls last time you were here?" He turne and stepped in front of her so he could look her in the eye. "Damn, that was you? How? Why?" And then he raised his eyebrow, "So....what did you think? Of course you could have given me the courtesy of being fully hard if I was going to be captured for posterity." He closed his eyes smiling more remembering the joyous night than the picture. "Well I liked it, I thought it captured the beauty and contentment of sated lovers." He thought for a minute, "Does that mean Lauren's vagina portrait you too?...You are good, of course I believe the vagina of a beutiful girl is the most appealing flower that you can find in this world...can I see your work...do you ever do men?" He laughed, "I mean paint them...well actually go ahead and answer that question however you prefer!"

 

[PennySaver]

Katie gave Manny frequent glances as they talked. He was exactly who and what her daughter had told her, and -- as she had been just after Manny had left Seattle and her daughter had told her all -- Katie was still trying to decide whether that was a good thing or not.

Unlike her daughter -- and in contrast to how freely she'd just shown off her body to Manny -- Katie wasn't the type to fuck a man on their first date as had Lauren. However -- and this was often a big however -- she was, deep in her soul, much more of a freak when it came to sexual activities, with very few limits on what she would do and with whom she would do them once she'd decided that the man or woman involved was worthy of her proclivities.

She made more inquiries as to his work but got little more from him except that he'd returned to Seattle because it was relevant to the subject matter. Not knowing how close to home she was hitting, Katie quipped with excitement, "Tell me you're writing about that body they found at the waterfront, now that's and interesting story. You know they reported this morning on NPR radio that they identified him as a local guy who had a record of molesting little girls, and that now they think that someone might have killed him for what he'd done."

Regarding his suggestion that a gelato maker might be in the works, she laughed. "I might be more likely to get naked with you for a new commercial blender."

When Manny commented that the inclusion of an erection in her artwork might have been a courtesy, Katie pointed out, "That would have prevented you from displaying it publicly, though ... you know, should you ever want to put it on the wall over your bed or, better yet, on the wall of the Taylor Studio. Some of my work is on display there now, just in case you want to go check it out. I'm sure Lauren and Maddie wouldn't mind if this work was hung for all of Seattle to view. They're not shy about their bodies like I am."

She smiled wide at that one, even giggling at its absurdity. Manny asked Katie if her daughter's vagina picture was her work, to which she said, "Of course. Lauren and I have a special relationship when it comes to her body ... to how she displays it ... how she uses it in interaction with others."

She looked from her work with the espresso maker to Manny and asked, "She told you that it was me who recommended she fuck you, didn't she? I thought I saw something in you that would make her happy, so..."

Katie went back to preparing their coffee while Manny asked about her work with men. "Do you ever do men...? I mean paint them...well actually go ahead and answer that question however you prefer!"

She crossed to the living room with their steaming mugs, handed over Manny's, and sat on the couch beside him on her knees. She hovered over him, too near for it not to be considered within his intimate zone, and sipped gently as she studied him.

"Photographic," she said after a moment, her single word very cryptic until -- after a pause and another careful sip -- she clarified, "I'd like to photograph you, Manny. But ... you probably wouldn't want your identity known for what I want to capture you doing. Pixelization is too ... internetty ... but ... with the camera angle just right, and a touch of blurring..."

She reached her free hand out to caress a finger along his jawline, over his lips, up his cheek, and around his ear as she explained, "I could capture the essence of this incredible face..."

Katie lowered her hand to first press upon his muscular chest ... then reach down to caress and grope his manhood as she added, "...without the viewer being able to positively identify you."

She stood suddenly, heading for the kitchen as she asked if wanted something to eat; she began listing all sorts of incredible offerings from the fridge that she and Lauren had been making in preparations for offering them at the shop.

"Do you have any limitations, Manuel?" she asked as she poked through the bowls, platters, and other containers that were spread out between two refrigerators and a freezer. "We already you enjoy being with more than one woman at a time. What if the third body was male...? Or ... what if the only other body was male? Erotic photography doesn't mean a necessity of sexual interaction, of course, but I have learned over the years that simply posing bodies doesn't have the same energy in the finished product.

"Gay photo-art sells big here in Seattle, primarily to straight women," she continued on as easily as if she were trying to sell a pumpkin tart to a child down at Katie's Exotic Café. "But if men are a no go to you, I'm sure I could put something together that would be very appealing to you ... whether actual sex is involved or not."

She returned to the couch again, handing out a treat as she said, "I'm sure Lauren would agree to be featured, though ... she'd probably be just as interested in watching you getting it on with someone new. I don't know if you know this, but ... she likes to watch ... just like I do."

 

[Homerun2611]

Manny was enjoying the back and forth with Lauren's mother, flirting is one of life's most innocent vices, it enlivens the sense, and awakens the embers, particularly flirting with strong sexual overtones, that were highly unlikely to ever be realized. So many smiled back, "I think a commercial blender is doable...asl long as that isn't the only thing doable." He smiled. Jesus Chris this was Lauren's mother, he wasn't going to have sex with her, certainly not behind Lauren's back, but to flirt and contemplate such with this sexy older woman was...well, fun!

"She told you that it was me who recommended she fuck you, didn't she? I thought I saw something in you that would make her happy, so..." Manny liked that, "Well did I...I don't mean fuck her, we both know I did...and she was good...said you were better...but did I...did I make her happy? Or might I still?" It was a sincere question.

And so they went on, Katie made coffee, and then sat next to him so close he could smell her pussy getting wetter, or so he liked to think. They discussed her artwork, she caressed his face, i took all he had not to open his mouth and lick and suck on her finger.

"Photographic," she said after a moment, her single word very cryptic until -- after a pause and another careful sip -- she clarified, "I'd like to photograph you, Manny. But ... you probably wouldn't want your identity known for what I want to capture you doing. Pixelization is too ... internetty ... but ... with the camera angle just right, and a touch of blurring..."

She reached her free hand out to caress a finger along his jawline, over his lips, up his cheek, and around his ear as she explained, "I could capture the essence of this incredible face..."

Katie lowered her hand to first press upon his muscular chest ... then reach down to caress and grope his manhood as she added, "...without the viewer being able to positively identify you."

This was the second time she had mentioned putting him on exhibition, a concept that he had often fantasized in the deepest crevices of his mind and soul. The concept of public sex, anonymous but visible...for him fucking was art, and like any great artist he wanted his works, his talent on display!

"Do you have any limitations, Manuel?...We already you enjoy being with more than one woman at a time. What if the third body was male...? Or ... what if the only other body was male? Erotic photography doesn't mean a necessity of sexual interaction, of course, but I have learned over the years that simply posing bodies doesn't have the same energy in the finished product."

"Limitations? I appreciate gay porn sells, but I am not doing this to be a model or a commercialization success...if is about the expressin of my love, my passion and that is women...Jesus I love to enjoy women physically and let them enjoy me...my passion, my joy is sex, one, two, I don't care...I enjoy them all. Fell in love once, but enjoyed and treasured every one. No cruelty, no non consent...no scat...no minors...no other rules...tell me Katie..what would we do...how can I perform...Christ I love this idea...I am game, but who...would you enjoy watching me fuck your daughter...really, really fuck her?"

She returned to the couch again, handing out a treat as she said, "I'm sure Lauren would agree to be featured, though ... she'd probably be just as interested in watching you getting it on with someone new. I don't know if you know this, but ... she likes to watch ... just like I do."

Manny smiled, "Either way, either of you, both of you, neither of you, but both watching...the more the merrier...God just the idea has me so hard..." He took her hand and put it on his now raging hard cock. "...it doesn't lie...yes, let's make this happen...I walked in here feeling half dead, but now...I don't think I could feel more alive!" Manny and Katie looked deep into each other's eyes...her hand was still on his cock....

 

[PennySaver]

Katie didn't resist as Manny pulled her hand to his groin and wrapped her fingers around his raging cock; in fact, she gripped it tightly, kneading it a few times before saying, "Oh, my daughter's gonna love having you back home again."

As if she'd been listening at the door, Lauren arrived; she caught sight of what was happening on her couch, laughed, and said, "Forgive me for interrupting you, mother, but I think that's my cock your fondling."

Katie returned the laugh, stood and walked to greet her girl with a hug. "I was just keeping him hard for you honey, while I discussed some options regarding some photography ideas."

"The Maxwell party?" Lauren asked her mother as she came to the back of the couch, leaned over, and gave Manny an erotic kiss. To the man she was desperate to fuck she asked, "Did mother tell you about the Maxwell?"

When she realized the topic hadn't come up, Lauren explained that it was an orgy. "Twelve people, eight women, four men … all in a room--"

"A box," Katie interrupted as she was heading for the bathroom. She clarified, "A Plexiglas box, 12 foot by 12 foot by 8 foot tall."

Lauren continued, "It's suspended from the ceiling, about four feet off the ground. There are more than 50 cameras outside the glass. There is this … oh, Jesus, it's … it's amazing!"

Katie was standing in the bathroom entrance -- naked again -- as she prepared to change into a pair of comfortable sweats as she filled in, "It's all part of an erotic art exhibition, Manuel. A select group of erotica enthusiasts … there's usually about a hundred … they are gathered inside another room adjacent to the one in which the orgy cube is suspended, this one large and comfortable. They control the cameras, which are at the ends of mechanical arms … sort of like those arms scientists use to manipulate objects inside a glass case--"

"Like at a medical lab or nuclear plant or some of those Sci-Fi movies where they manipulate the handles to operated metal hands," Lauren went on as she moved around the couch and began undressing … coat … shoes … stockings...

"The guests can change the camera view to watch any one particular location within the cube," Katie again took over the conversation, exiting the bathroom with her shoes in her hands. "They can watch two people doing what ever those two people are doing … or move about from couple to couple … or set the controls to watch one person as he or she moves between lovers … between available body parts … or them can set the camera to move about randomly."

Lauren's panties came off, and a moment later she pulled her dress up over her head to reveal her unbridled tits. She was now naked before her lover and her mother as she began working on unfastening Manny's clothes as well.

Katie casually put on her shoes and gathered her purse, phone, and keys, telling her daughter, "Convince him to participate, honey. I think Manuel would enjoy it."

Just then, Manny's cock popped out into the view of both women. Katie looked down at the hardened erection as Lauren began stroking it, adding, "And honey, they'd enjoy him, too. I guarantee it."

As the elder of the two women turned for the door, the younger dropped to her knees and -- without hesitation -- began taking Manny's full length deep into her throat.

 

[Homerun2611]

Manny let out a small moan as the older, and clearly experienced and sexually confident older woman fondled and kneaded his growing and hardening manhood. "Oh, my daughter's gonna love having you back home again." Manny pressed up, enjoying the woman's touch, thinking, 'there is plenty to go around for both of you." When Lauren walked in, although both were pleased to see her, neither showed embarassment nor an immediate need to stop what they were doing.

It was Lauren who brought up, "The Maxwell party?" Manny listened as they described the particulars, Manny smiled at the ratio of men to women. He looked at them, "Have you discussed me doing this together? Would either of you be joining?" It was a ludicrous concept, an orgy with an audience, in a clear through suspended room. It was a bit disconcerting for Manny to realize that his most obscene fantasies paled in comparison. "Katie, is this what yo were thinking about earlier, or is this in addition, I thought you were describing something more scripted in a studiio?"

It wasn't as if one, precluded the other, and even though he was just being introduced to the topics, they had struck such a chord with Manny, he realized he desperately wanted to do both. "He exchanged, a kiss that should melt your socks kiss with Lauren, what a mother-daughter combo this was, like the modern wife and spawn of Caligula.

The ratio of 8:4 was good, 9:3 would be better, as Manny didn't have any desire for men, but double penetrations, a rotisserie, those were events he enjoyed. "Exactly how long does this go on...do we know each other ahead of time? I really don't want my participation to be public knowledge, how private is it?" Manny had questions about the audience, who were they, did they participate at all?

However, these were details, the overall proposition, how couold he turn this down, this was a very unique offer! As Katie spoke, almost on cue, Lauren stripped, exposing her sexy little body to her mother, much as her mother had just done for her. Fuck, that was hott! This little studio should have been located in Sodom & Gomorrah, he loved it, and felt quite at home. If he needed something to ease his mind of sadness over Jennie, this was it. There weren't feelings or emotions, just the unbridled pursuit of sexual desire and lust. Given that, Manny had a new taboo to enjoy.

Lauren was now naked, Manny was aching hard, and it was time to play. Manny scanned down, enjoyer her pert tits, and enjoying how the lips of her pussy appeared to glisten in the light of the lamp behind him. "Convince him to participate, honey. I think Manuel would enjoy it..." Lauren undressed him, as Manny wiggled to help her. He saw Katie's eyes admiring her daughter prepping her man to go down on him, removing his pants, fishing out the erect cock she had helped harden, and she knew that. ...And honey, they'd enjoy him, too. I guarantee it."

What the hell, Manny knew Katie was headed out, "Don't leave...you said you liked to watch...I'll be honest, I will likely do it any...but I have never taken girl in front of a mother...or....have you two, self proclaimed worlds best cocksuckers, ever shared a man..." Actually knowing them, they had...."Would you both like to taste before Lauren and I fuck....stay Katie and I am in, 100% photos? orgy? I am in 100% whatever you want...that is..." He looked at Lauren, "...unless that would make you uncomfortable?"

 

[PennySaver]

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