Chapter One
PRELUDE: Paying His Debt
Susan Rogers had her arms folded high on her chest and leaned on the window sill of her second story apartment, her chin down on those folded arms and rarely lifting from that pose. Occasionally she would wave to those below that acknowledged her but at that very moment it was of her best interest not to lift very high from her stance. At times she dropped her face down into her arms to mask her reactions to her hidden activity.
From that lofty position she was watching a softball game on the sandy field just below. It was one of the things she loved about their particular unit. It was adjacent to the busy recreation field and in the evenings she could always see what was going on. Her appearance from that high perch each evening was common, almost expected, and all of the guys waved as they looked and wished. Even though many of them had their wives and girlfriends at their side there were still many obvious hard cocks caused by Susan's casual appearance.
If dropped into downtown L.A. or Manhattan, maybe she wouldn't create such a stir. But out here in Western Australia she was as hot as the midday sun. Twenty five years old, short brown hair, perfectly tanned legs, perky ass and prominent breasts that routinely sported hard long nipples...she left nothing to be wanted. But most of the folks, men and women alike, loved her because of her outgoing, friendly Texas personality. Nobody was too small, too unimportant for Sue. Especially the children in the housing area in which she lived and taught.
She and her husband Colin were at the end of their third year at that family compound on the Western coast of Australia. The oil company they worked for went to great lengths to provide as much comfort as possible for all of its employees and their families no matter the importance they played in the production process, but with Colin being an engineer and her a certified teacher they had things especially good.
They were approaching end of their contracts and would soon have to make a "stay or go" decision. They had made an earlier determination three years before to use the isolated assignment as a chance to build up a bankroll and they had been very successful. It was really isolated out there and she felt life was passing them by but staying another year or two would allow them to pay cash for a nice home when they returned to Texas.
But at that very moment, neither work nor her future was on Susan's mind. Not at all. She was very, very distracted and looking out that window was just another part of the distraction.
Not just a distraction, actually. It was very clearly part of "the deal."
Until just a week before Susan thought it had all been over three years ago. The wagers, the quiet "deals" that had involved her but in which she had never been a knowing or willing accomplice. She thought it had all gone away, that it was a very forgettable part of a tainted past.
Since the very start there had been questions, nagging concerns about their first month of marriage. For Susan, those first few weeks had been so surreal, so unforgettable, and for the first year and a half of their vows...so unforgivable. She had held herself in blame for so long.
Then, about half way through their assignment in Australia there came the enlightenment, a jolting moment of truth. After a long sex saturated night that left them both in one of those moments where everything is so perfect that anything is allowable, she questioned Colin softly about their honeymoon and the week following.
At that precise moment, in that wine softened atmosphere already precluded by a long, sensual mutual orgasm, Colin Rogers opened more than just his heart to her. He opened up the past.
In those early hours, as he spoke softly of that quick but tainted period of their relationship, Susan's mouth opened wide at the revelation unfolding before her. How could she have missed it?
It had taken her months to get over his admission. So many mixed feelings. Anger and disappointment at her groom, yet orgasm inducing memories of her own behavior during those fleeting weeks.
But it was over. Never to happen again. He had promised.
But here she was again. She wasn't sure what circumstances led to her present predicament...only that she was obviously the prize.
A slow stroke on her swollen clit from a knowing tongue brought Susan's attention back to her present situation.
Suddenly she shuddered, moaned slightly and rose sharply before dropping back down to a lower level. During that fleeting ascent a sharp observer from outside would have caught a glimpse of her perfect breasts as they were quickly exposed before being covered again by her folded arms.
From the field below Susan appeared to be wearing a white tee shirt. What was hidden was the fact that the shirt had been cut off so short that the body of it was no longer than the sleeves. When she straightened up the lower portion of her breasts were clearly exposed, the trimmed shirt barely reaching down to her extended nipples.
Although she appeared to be looking casually out the window, Susan's lower body was slowly rotating, her hips rising and falling in a soft circle spurned on by the sensations flowing outward from her agitated, excited clitoris. Out of view from the others, she was actually down on her knees, her legs spread wide to accommodate the head and mouth that was paying her swollen clit such intense and devastating attention.
It was getting more and more difficult to keep her eyes open for any length of time and she knew the moans escaping her open mouth were getting more and more audible. Surely there would be a time that somebody besides the two of them would hear her.
It had already been going on for over thirty minutes. At first it was just the wispy flickering tongue searching her open crotch for a random target, masterfully finding and tantalizing an area she wouldn't suspect...not just exciting her pussy but creating erotic expectations about where the next sensation would appear.
Slowly, so very slowly, the adventurous tongue became more aggressive, more dominant, before giving way to a searching mouth. After the initial shock of the first exploration, Susan's mind slowly followed her body into the depths of his offerings. Now, she was pretty much a gelatin mass quivering and reacting to each tiny lick, every subtle suck on that expectant clit. She could almost hear her juices flowing freely into his mouth when his tongue drove deep into her pussy.
"U-u-u-g-g-g-h-h-h," slipped quietly out of her and her hips did a wide circular rotation. The pressure, the speed, of the sucking mouth on her swollen little bundle of nerves had suddenly increased.
She knew she wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. Her orgasm was on a fast track and she knew by experience that when it happened it would rip straight through her body and out of her mouth. She would have to suppress it, to muffle it with her arms. She might be able to abate her guttural noise but she knew there was no way she could mask the undulations of an out of control body that was already starting to quiver with anticipation, soon to explode.
Susan looked down between her folded arms, making direct eye contact with her benefactor who was lying on his back and looking between her legs up at her. How could this be?
She knew the answer. In just the few seconds it took for her to enter an explosive orgasm she was able to flash back to the beginning, to that period three years ago, that changed her quiet life into one of sexual devastation.
The thoughts of her past exploded as did her quivering body. She covered her mouth to muffle the sound and with one last look glanced down at her husband.
He was on the field playing second base!
THREE YEARS BEFORE-Texas
THE WARNING
"I wouldn't trust a damned one of them."
The wizened voice spoke softly but it shook Susan out of her little trance. Despite the multitude of family around her she had somehow found a minute to quietly observe the loud shenanigans of her fiancΓ© and his close group of old friends while they were laughing it up.
She turned and smiled as she faced the voice. "Grampie" Rogers wasn't her real grandma but by this same time the following night she would be, by marriage. Susan and Colin were to be married at six o'clock the next evening. But at that very moment they were at the very end of that calm before the storm also known as a "wedding rehearsal dinner."
Susan laughed.
"Why do you say that, Grampie?" She wasn't sure she really wanted an answer.
Grampie snorted a little as she spoke. Susan smiled inwardly. Who else but Grampie would walk around a rehearsal dinner with a lit cigar in her hand?
"They're all hooligans and good for nothing," she advised.
Susan laughed with her.
"Surely not all of them, Grampie. Blake and Blain are a little mischievous but I think Colin's okay. And Keith? He's a millionaire, Grampie."
"Yeah, I know. But I've known him all his life. Believe me, every one of them is always up to something rotten at somebody else's expense and that goddamned Keith is an instigator. All that money just gives him a chance to be even more of an ass."
Susan laughed openly.
"You know, Grampie, I think I'm going to call you every week just to keep tabs on everybody."
Grampie laughed lightly and just waved her hand at Susan as she walked away.