Probably want to read part 1 first so it makes more sense. Or maybe not, it's a free country. All the regular rules apply. Nobody under eighteen, PERIOD. no relation to anyone living or dead or undead. It's total fiction, so try not to confuse it with reality. IT'S A FANTASY! Be kind in your vicious commentary, especially you Mr. Anonymous!
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The Caribbean was so beautiful. Sun, sand and surf. Gentle winds, warmth, and blue skies made it a true paradise. I was there with two buxom women, each giving me kisses and hugs, and those eyes that women are known for, that melt your soul.
The two women were really trying to kill me. They were fucking me almost non-stop on our little vacation. I would fuck one, the other would be on my face. Or maybe she was eating out the other woman. Then we would switch positions again! I was going to die a happy man, fucked to death. Not that I was complaining.
They fucked me almost all night long! Some women are very multi-orgasmic, but especially these two! They must have come twenty times apiece.
One was Gail, a slightly older woman in her early fifties. She was built like a proverbial brick shithouse. Huge boobs and huge ass. Plus, she had lost all her teeth, so she removed her dentures...and loved to give me fantastic gummers! Best blowjobs of all time.
The other was Brenda, a woman I had loved and lost to a younger, pretty boy. He turned out to be a real criminal, he had tried to get Brenda's money. He got caught, thank goodness! He wound up in jail, hopefully a guest of the state for a long time. Of course by that time we had long since broken up. It was quite a happy shock to meet her down here in the islands, beautiful paradise that it is. We sorta got back together, but in a very casual three way this time.
By the way, my name is Walter, everybody just calls me Walt. I'm a stone cutter.
I do a little stone masonry, and I have done many slate roofs, but that's becoming a lost art, as people are going cheaper and cheaper on the roof construction. It's a shame, as a well made slate roof can last a hundred years or more! Nobody thinks more than seven years down the road.
I know better. Long term thinking always wins in the end. Always.
I had to get up to go to the airport to pick up my youngest girlfriend, Jessica. She was on the redeye flight from the U.S. I hoped that she was ok. She had just broken up with her and my other girlfriend, Terry. How we got together is a long story, but suffice it to say, neither of us were happy with Terry right now. As Ricki Ricardo would say, "She got some splainin' to do!"
Jessica was about twenty two, and about to graduate from college. She was black as coal, and more beautiful than Halle Berry. She had a very slender body and double D tits and a heart shaped ass. Her face was like that of an angel fell to earth. She was a dream girl. She was for all intents and purposes, the perfect woman. I have never seen a more perfect body on any human female! She is so drop dead gorgeous!
Well, there was another small issue, in that she was a confirmed lesbian. That didn't stop me from adoring her, and her partner, and them loving me as well. Strange world we live in. I suppose by coupling with me, they were more of a bi-sexual orientation, but I was well aware both women leaned on the girl-girl side of the fence. Who cares? As long as we are all happy! I don't care for the labels we put on people. They are so restrictive and very counterproductive.
Terry was the exact opposite. She was a tall blonde with big tits as well as ruby red lips. Her tits were currently lactating! She was a college professor, taking a year long sabbatical from teaching. She was also gorgeous as well. She was shaped like an hourglass. She had a very lovely face as well. She was brilliant, a true scholar, but she didn't flaunt her intelligence in your face. Which made her behavior all the more puzzling.
She had a baby from a former relationship, and this was the first time in eighteen months she was away from the child. Her mom and an au pair took care of the baby, for the most part. She was still nursing the baby, and bottling the excess milk. I helped her by sucking her tits dry whenever she asked! That was usually followed by lots of intense sex. I missed her and we had only been apart for five days. Therein lay the problem. The big problem. The huge problem.
The two women were in Chicago on an educational junket. Several hours of meetings over two days, with lots of time to get into trouble. Chicago seems to have more than their fair share of these conventions. Unfortunately, Terry had decided that she wanted to have a fuckfest. She didn't ask me or her partner Jess, she just did it. And she must have had it planned somewhat, because she didn't have to search out the men who were to fuck her, they were available right away, like within a few hours of touchdown by the plane! Meetings? What meetings? She attended none of the scheduled meetings or panel programs. Hell, she was on one of the panels as an honorary guest. Quite suddenly, her interest was confined to sex, sex, and more sex. And this was sex with strangers, not her girlfriend or me. It was incredibly hurtful to Jess, and when I found out about it, to me. Also, why was she fucking MEN, when she was so favored towards the female side of the species?
Needless to say, Jessica was alarmed, to say the least. Jess and Terry had a very public and very caustic confrontation...right in the hotel bar...where she told Terry off. Terry then told Jess to mind her own fucking business, that she had a bucket list, and that she was going to get through it before she died, and that was that. Terry went off to fuck a bunch of strangers, and Jessica went back and cried in the hotel room for a long time. Jess finally said to herself "Fuck it, I am gone." She went to the airport and got her ticket exchanged for a redeye flight home. Jessica struggled for what to tell me, and what to do about her longtime lover and friend. I was in the very same boat. What do we do now? We were both broken-hearted.
I had spoken to my ghost friend, and he had told me almost everything. He had deliberately left me in the dark about the 'why' of the whole thing. I guess he felt that it was something that I would have to discuss with Terry. I would find out eventually, good, bad, or otherwise. I spoke to Jess, and I could hear in her voice that she was completely devastated by this turn of events. I told her where I had cash for emergencies stashed, and she was on her way to Aruba. Not a great way to have a vacation. Vacation?
It felt more like an execution. Demolition derby for the soul. At least the weather was perfect.
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So here I am, at the airport waiting on my youngest girlfriend. I saw her smile kinda forced, and then she flew into my arms crying and laughing, but more crying. She squeezed me so hard I thought she was about to break my ribs. She kissed me, then cried, and hugged me... And cried some more. I felt the same way. I didn't know whether to shit or go blind!
"I have missed you so much!" She was kissing me and hugging me to her bosom. Tears ran down her lovely black as coal face. Her arms wrapped around me in a tight hug. It was as if we had not seen each other for twenty years, but it had only been a couple of days apart. I held her and kissed her back, as I did miss her. Her plump lips and mine were glued to each other. I was quite embarrassed as just this hug and kiss had my manhood hard as a rock. I was pretty sure she felt it too.
"I missed you-" and she was kissing me hard on my mouth. Kissing trumped talking for a while. We got back to the hotel. She wanted to suck my cock in the car, but I had her wait.
When we got into the suite, both of my older girlfriends were waiting for us. They both hugged us tight. There was a bunch of crying and kissing. There was lots of hugging.
"What are YOU doing here?"
Jess asked Brenda. She eyed the older woman with open suspicion. She knew of my past involvement and how it had ended. It had ended badly.
"Begging for a second chance. I had made such a horrible mistake, and I am on my knees begging Walt for another chance." She did look downtrodden.
"You know, I'm already his, and maybe I don't want you-" I grabbed Jess before she went off on Brenda. I made her look me in the eye.
"Don't say another word. She is seeking to find forgiveness, not a kick in the teeth. I want you to keep an open mind, and try not to judge too much. Ok? For me? Please? We need to talk right now, this very instant. What the fuck happened in Chicago? Tell me the truth please."
She told me everything she knew. She didn't see Terry get drugged, or anyone grab her and demand she go with them. She had left for a gang bang of her own volition. Jess was not consulted or asked, Terry just went and did it. Jess had begged her to talk, but she had refused. It was so very unlike her.
"Listen. It's very late. We are all tired. Let's go to bed and talk about this in the morning. Ok?" I said. I was mentally and physically exhausted.
"You girls go get ready, I will be there in a minute. I want to try Terry's phone one more time. I'll be there." I walked outside. A ghostly apparition appeared in front of me just outside the front door. I was never sure if my ability to see and speak to ghosts was a blessing or a curse. Most people would not believe it anyway, and just think I was certifiable.
The ghost spoke, "Terry had her reasons. I'm not sure if they were good rational reasons, but it-" The ghost stopped talking for a full minute. He was seemingly at odds about what to say.
"You are really going to have to speak with her. I have never refused you any information, but I am very conflicted about Terry's... special situation. You need to hear it from her mouth. Call her now." the spectre told me. He looked so sad.
"It sounds bad." I said.
"Yes... It is very bad. That's all I am going to say." And he vanished into thin air. I wondered why he was so reluctant to give up any more info on my girlfriend. Well, she might be my former girlfriend now, if all this sexual activity was accurate.
I got on my cell phone and dialed Terry's phone. She answered. She sounded exhausted. Well no wonder! Non-stop sex will do that to you. My mind raged with jealousy. I was upset, to say the least.
