The Summer of '78 -- Ch. 2
All characters engaged in, watching, or talking about sex are over the age of eighteen. Please read Chapter 1 first. Constructive comments and criticism are invited; ranting isn't. Thanks for reading.
"Lauren's right!" Kara proclaimed. "She is a 'good girl', quote unquote, but she can't help what happens when her body reacts. If you all want to fuck her, and I know you do, let us get her turned on so bad that when you guys enter the room and join in, even her guilt won't be able to stop the flood of desire! Before long, it will be the fuckfest we all want, with cum bubbling out of all her holes... and ours!"
"It's worth a try, boys," Theo announced. "Believe me, fucking her is a life-changing event! I've stuck my cock in a lot of sweet cunts, but I'll never get over sticking it in that one!"
Kara looked at Lauren and they concurred. "Based on limited firsthand experience, I think we can assure you that Theo is correct. She's spectacular!"
Chapter 2 -- Barbara Ann's Temptations and Caelan's Triumphant Return
Caelan got up and wiped his cum off his belly and chest. Sex, even phone sex, was always good with Barbara Ann, but something seemed off tonight. Maybe it was just having her new friends in the house, but she seemed distracted, detached, or something.
Perhaps it was the addition? He might need to back off on that, but he knew her well enough to know he had to keep the pressure on or it would end up a luxury palace, like their house. Nuh, uh -- it is the Beach Shack!
He slept well, got up early, ate a good breakfast, and was chauffeured to his meeting. The document had two of the three signatures no one thought he would ever get, but neither mattered if he didn't get this one. No pressure of course, but if he did...
As usual, lessor officials and two bodyguards surrounded his host, but today the oil minister's lovely wife was sitting beside him! Caelan took that as a good sign, because Ymelda was as smart as she was lovely, she was analytical and thoughtful, she had her husband's respect and his ear, and she liked Caelan. Honestly, without her support, he would never have gotten this far.
Now to close!
After the mandatory effusive South American greetings, everyone returned to their seats. Caelan glanced around the table and saw that Ymelda appeared as stone-faced as her husband. His heart leapt into his throat, and then he caught the little smile playing around her mouth when she discretely looked under her eyelids at him; he wondered what to make of that.
The negotiation began with yet another explanation of why the mineral owners should get more, which Caelan parried with yet another explanation of the million in initial costs that the developers and producers would gamble without proof that the field would pay. Raul argued more vehemently in his response, stating unequivocally that he field was laden with oil and gas, and everyone knew it!
Caelan very politely but very obviously bowed up.
"Minister Sanchez... Sir, I do understand your argument and I forcefully presented it to both companies. Perhaps neither as forcefully or as eloquently as you just did, but I helped them understand your position. As you are aware, when we began these negotiations the companies wanted far more than this proposal gives them, which would have left far less for your country.
Unfortunately, Sir, there is nothing more I can do; after more than six months of negotiations, their positions are set in stone. In fact, Sir, they only reluctantly agreed to this proposal, which I believe is fair to all parties, because they wanted more for themselves.
I understand your position, Minister Sanchez, I really do, and I'm sensitive to it; but a few months ago you had a prospective oil field that was making no money for your country and you had no way to produce it. That is still true today, but today, with your signature, you stand to make far more money for your country than it has ever made from an export product!
I've exhausted myself and abandoned my wife and young children for more than three weeks to pull this final product together, and, frankly, I'm exhausted! If this falls through, I'm going to thank you for your assistance and consideration, and go home. I won't be back, but I'm sure someone else will come in my place."
Ymelda patted her husband on the arm, smiled, and said, "He was gentle with you, his friend. That is a much kinder and gentler version of what he told his boss and the other Chairman. I was hoping to get at least a piece of the full barrage, but we got the watered down ultimatum. Less entertaining, but just as true.
Now, Minister Sanchez, that's enough teasing! Sign the papers and let this young man get home to his family!"
Raul laughed: "It was you that moderated his language and temper, my darling, not me! But I was wise enough to invite you in hopes I'd be spared the expletives. Thank you, sweetheart!"
With an ear-to-ear smile, he leaned down, signed the papers, and held them up. "Come get your bounty, Mr. Kelly. We know you are our friend, and we look forward to working with you as the field is developed and all of us prosper!"
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Barbara Ann woke in the midst of a quandary; should she go to confession, or use Brutus and both hands? Her tits were so swollen they were sore, as was her clitty, and her kitty was gushing from the bi-sexual orgy in which she had engaged all night.
Her dream -- or was it a fantasy - included every man and both girls from last night; she had been repeatedly used in every orifice, and she had used her tongue and fingers in ways she had never before considered.
In the morning sun, the awfully realistic dream was disconcerting and disturbing. Why would she have dreams like that? Where did they come from, and why were they so real?
