"Tommy" A Short Story by Culburn Castleberry

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I watched Tommy exit the cruiser, stand & unbuckle his gun belt.

"Cully." A soft whisper thru the holes.

"What do you want me to do to him?"

What I'd wanted her to do as soon as she'd confessed to what she'd done in his apartment that 2nd night.

I heard Tommy close his car door ever so softly, the latch catching just enough.

"I want you to suck him."

"Yes."

I had to go at once for Tommy had crossed the front of his cruiser.

"I want you to swallow it."

"Yes."

He'd left his .38 right on the seat. I saw it.

"Cully."

I went to speak again, but, she stopped me by removing her hand from the Plexiglas and holding her finger by her lips. "Ssshhh. He's here...Cully...watch us."

She got out and met him as he arrived. She'd set the car door just enough so that I couldn't make out what was being said. It would be this exact sequence that I would find absolutely mesmerizing ever more. For 2 minutes, maybe 3, perhaps longer, it seemed like forever they embraced and kissed & whispered & talked. I imagined gentle laughter, but, I would not bet on that being a truth. He picked her up, separating her from the earth, then set her once more upon it. Her squeal was not imaginary.

She turned from him, nudged the car door then pushed it open all-the-way.

"Here, darling, stand here." The clarity was exquisite.

She slipped in front of him blocking the view. Quietly I tried to ease the car door open.
"Oh, no. Oh-my-God." Just a whisper.
I was locked in.
"Tell them!" A softer whisper.
I didn't have the nerve. Not even close.

I slid left to get an angle. I heard his belt buckle collapse.

"I've wanted to do this all-day-long." She yanked the zipper.

"Girl, please."

"It's okay, he wants me to. He's watching us."

"Just to yours knees, Tommy." She pulled & his trousers dropped. She caught them. "Yes, there."

"Please, Girl, please, be gentle, Girl. Please?"

"I want to play with them. I won't hurt you, I promise. They're so big. I want to see them."

"Okay, but,,,"

"Just to your knees, Tommy."

She pulled his briefs, bent forward and left them at his knees, clearing the shot.

"Good God." Tommy was hung. It wasn't a monstrous size, no, but, he had me beat of that there was no doubt. His bag was distended and very large. Had me beat by like 2 sacks, perhaps 3. "Good God."

Then Girl shifted, hopped up and went into a deep knee bend and I lost most of my view.

It was much too late to request I be released from custody back there. Even if I got the nerve.

"My goodness, Girl." She did something.

"No, no Girl, no. Not so hard. Please, Girl, don'tttttttt."

"Oh, stop being such a baby, Tommy. I read somewhere that a man's balls need to be handled in a firm manner. It's healthy."

"What?" Me

"Okay, okay, that's better."

"Are you ready, baby?"

"Oh, God, yes. Thank you, Girl."

"I don't want you to hurry, Tommy. This is for you and for Cully. Just you two, nobody else."

"Cully, darling?"

"She's talking to you, numb nuts." It was like a nightmare---a good one.

"Yes?"

"I'm going to finish this boy, our Tommy. I want to. He's a good boy, and a better man. And he deserves this. I like to suck. I don't like to swallow. But, I will tonight because that is my tribute to him. It's for him and for you, Cully. I want you to see, to watch. Cully, do you understand me?"

Not really, but, she'd explain it the following morning when it had just become light out and she performed the same tribute to me. I'd been too exhausted to continue and had graciously redrawn to my quarters to recover with blessed sleep, leaving her & Tommy both inexhaustible. They were matching dynamos & had just begun.

"Yes, I do, Girl. I want to watch. I swear it." With a clarity I did not want mistaken.

She freshened her crouch. Girl could do a crouch. Sometimes she'd crouch over me and actually suck the stew out of my by going up & down on it. "Lay still, boy. Let me try this." She'd exercise her core and train her snatch to clutch my pole and would just independently work it till it suctioned off. And sometimes she'd twist about and show me her bottom and work it that way. "You like my butt, don't you, Dale?" Though it was rare when she'd pull that crouch trick.

All I could see was the movement of her noggin.

Tommy didn't have to hurry, but, he didn't last long. A couple minutes of Girl sucking and Girl pulling on his sack did the trick. "I grabbed his balls and squeezed them together, not too hard though so that when he came it would feel good, Cully. That's what I'm going to do to you now, angel. But, you have to hurry. He's waiting for me, Cully. Tommy is waiting for me."

When Tommy released his bellow there in the dark of our hidden cove was a mirror image of his bellow at what seemed like days ago, but, had been that same day. The difference between terror & ecstasy was contrasted that day turned to night. Time had slowed, almost to a crawl and would remain at that slow speed for a while, months in fact, before it would regain it's inexorable march.

And Girl swallowed it. "Yes, it's awful, but, that's what I do for my two boys, what I'm going to do for you now, this morning, Cul. Because you two are of such worth that I must make that sacrifice. I'm not going to lie and say it's sweet and nectar of the God's. No. That's ridiculous. I do this out of love and duty for you both. My tribute to him." She nodded her little noggin toward their bedroom where he was waiting. "My tribute to you now. Does that make sense, Cully?" When she asked that question she was gently delving thru my bag, searching out my nuts, separating them and then squeezing them softly together as she'd done Tommy just hours before.

"Yes, it does, Girl." And it did. I wasn't bull ting her while I was on the verge of orgiastic delight. A scant few minutes later after I'd released in that delight & we'd professed our love for one another, she slipped that pure white cotton jumper back over her nudity & scampered away, like a little girl---back to him---in what would turn out (primarily for them) to be a 2-day wedding-night/honeymoon set, that had, in real time just begun.

But, I thought of her citation about fellatio & swallowing it and how it was tribute to Tommy & I. She was calling our name, both our names.

She'd said: "I want that to be acknowledged tonight here, or there in our bedroom."
We'd have to do better. I would have to do better. Girl was right, it couldn't just be about us, our needs.

Girl

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She straightened & steadied him until he'd had a chance to right himself. Then he helped her dress himself. This was done in near silence. There was no gab. Slowly they rebuilt him, made him whole again.

She sounded like Shirley Temple: "Yes, all done, ready to report for duty again, Sergeant." She saluted him as she would do me on occasion when I'd leave for the base. She pushed the door closed---the latch catching solidly. Arm-in-arm they proceeded back across the front of the cruiser. And once again it was for me the best time of the night. I could hear nothing as shards of moonlight revealed some details, while most remained hidden in the shadows. I would not ask her what was said between them before or after she'd taken him into her mouth. I didn't want to know the truth. I was afraid of it. So, I fashioned it, molded it and used it as a prop for the duration of our time with Tommy, but, never thereafter.

Once again they clung to one another. This time though he did not separate her from the earth. She stood on tip toes and they kissed but once before he opened his door, reached in and released the lock.

She came into my arms with whispered queries: "Did you see? Did you watch? Will it be okay?"

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"It's just after 9:30, kids, we're right on schedule."

Heeled thru Smith & Wesson once again, Tommy twisted & turned and got us back onto the straight & narrow streets of Papillion, Nebraska.

"Tommy?"

He found her in the rear view.

"Yes, baby-girl?"

"Cully was right. If you need to write a ticket that's what you should do. That's your job, Tommy. I was wrong. I'm sorry."

"Hold Girl tight, Culburn, till we get her home. Okay?"

"For sure."

The remaining 2+ hours went by very quickly. There were no more traffic stops. Just a slow cruise thru the shopping district & industrial tracts. With his search light Tommy chased off a car of young lovers.

Girl became quiet and was at rest. As promised I held her tight and soon the movement of the car and the quiet of the streets allowed her to sleep.

A new dispatcher came aboard. Mark. I chuckled a bit to myself at Girl being jealous of Joyce right-off-the-bat.

We switched out the cars at his complex.

"Tommy, do you need anything from your apartment?" She'd waken, ready for bear.

"No, baby, I have everything I need."

He fired it up and pulled out. It got deathly quiet in that Plymouth as we got under way. Except for Girl. She chattered up a storm about shopping and how good she felt after the snooze. "I feel so good now, Tommy." She'd moved right behind him.

Almost 1/2-way to the house instead of going straight thru he veered off to the right.

"Where the heck are you going? You're so supposed to go straight there." Girl

"I thought I'd take the long way so the engine could warm up completely. It's been sitting all night." Tommy

I didn't even look over. Kept my face front & center.

"Tommy, go back and turn right."

"Okay." But he kept going straight for another 3 blocks.

"Tommy, turn left here. Now, honey, and go back."

He relented, made the adjustments, then slowed to just below the speed limit.

I couldn't blame him. The thought of going back to that house and confronting what was coming had been just Jim-dandy 3 hours ago. Now? Not so much. I didn't care if we drove around all night truth be told. Get a bite, take a cruise down 24th street thru the stockyards, stop and pet the cows. Then maybe drive around the Old Market area and finish up at Eppley Airfield and watch the planes take off & land. They could kiss and hug I would watch both them kiss and hug & the planes take off & land.

"Boys, I know you're both nervous. I understand. But, we're going to have a lot of fun tonight. I promise."

Dead silence.

"I'll tell you what: let me be the one. I'll start us off and you'll find that once we get started everything will be just fine and you two will take charge, take over, so to speak. What do you think about that idea?"

Dead silence.

We drove the rest of the way in that silence. She massaged his shoulders and hummed a tune. I had no idea what it was. None.

Climbed the hill. Looking at that trailer on that slow ascent was fearsome. It was white with black trim. Looked damn foreboding as we'd left nary light on. Not a one.

He pulled into the driveway and cut the engine. The silence was welcoming. I'd a been satisfied just to get the pillow out of the trunk I kept there with a blanket for Katie and I for when we stopped and did impromptu naughtiness. Get pillow-lean against the door, leave the windows 1/2 down and nap for an hour or three, then go for a bite and the tour of the stockyards, et al.

"Somebody has to get out so I can get out."

Nobody moved.

"Boys, I promise, I'll take care of everything. And you can do anything to me you want. I don't care. I want to do everything with you two. I really do. Anything you want you can have." Then quipped: "One-night-only." Then lowered her voice. "Except my butt. We'll save that for another time. Maybe for Christmas, hey!"

And that was indeed our Christmas present. Well, mine anyway. I'd go first, plow the field as it were. But, that was no picnic in and of itself. But, I finally persevered, and got it in there. I lasted, what 6 strokes & released a torrent. Got it back out and Tommy replaced me.

It just would not fit. They tried more lubricant, nothing worked. I went down & took a look. It wasn't even close.

"Just jam it in." Girl, head on the bed, rump in the air.

That got him steamed. "Girl! I'm not going to jam it, it would hurt you, baby. You'd be hurt. No."

"Nonsense. I can take it. I want you to have this for your Christmas present. We've been planning this night for months." It was Christmas night.

But, Tommy was intractable.

So, he went into their bathroom, cleaned it off, came back and gave it to her from behind. I took my seat there at the right foot of their bed in a sitting chair we'd arranged in the intervening months. We bought a floor lamp at an area garage sale and I was all set. I could watch, or, just relax as we talked and had fun otherwise, or even read. Sometimes I'd fall asleep only to wake and find them quietly coupling. Sometimes I'd stay, most times I'd just tiptoe out and crawl under my quilts and fall asleep. Sometimes I'd be waken by her screams---sometimes not.

To make up for his loss she got up, took care of her necessary's in the bathroom and made him a cornbread. And a damn good one. He brewed the coffee and we convened in the living room; me in my easy chair, those two on the couch. The cornbread was exquisite, just absolutely scrumptious. Like heaven. We nearly ate the whole thing. I hoarded the last piece and ate it in my room later than night. She made us sing Christmas carols and we had an eggnog laced with brandy.

& we prayed. They knelt by the couch. I knelt at my chair.

It was a beautiful prayer as Girl promised we'd let nothing stop us: "With God's grace and in his name, Amen."

"Amen." Tommy
"Amen." Me

To make up for her disappointment at his loss of not breaching her rectum he took her shopping the very next morning-day after Christmas.

I woke to another note taped upon my jamb:

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Dear, Cully,

You were sleeping so peacefully that we didn't want to wake you. Tommy has taken me shopping so we can shop the day after Christmas sales. First though he's taking me to breakfast at Country Kitchen. I'm going to have the corned beef hash & he's going to have the French toast. He's promised to give me a slice of his toast.

We're taking the Jeep because it handles the snow much better than the Plymouth.

We'll be sure to bring you back pie.

See you soon, boy.

We love you, Cully.

- Us

P.S., make sure to do up the dishes. And Merry Christmas, darling."

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Back to The Night of the Drive-Along

It would do no good for me to go first. It had to be him. I wanted to watch him with her and her with him. Girl knew it. Tommy must have known it. That's why she worked on him exclusively.

"Tommy, darling, please. I'll make it good. I want to love you. To show you how much I love you. And I do, boy. I love you so much. You're my favorite."

Dead silence.

So, she pulled it out of mothballs and laid it on him.

Got right up behind his right ear. I watched in the reflection of my 1/2 closed window.

"For me, Tommy. Do it for me. Do it for Katie-Girl?" That voice at that request has wavered very little in the 4 decades on.

The dead silence was cut by the sound of the driver side door handle's engagement and the illumination from the inside light.

He got out.
I got out.
She got out.

She got him into the house. I'd went first, cleared the lock. He was still tranced. I surprisingly had rallied.

"Cully, you go ahead and shower and clean up. You don't have to take a cold one, but, don't dawdle."

Our water heater was a 20 gallon model. We needed double that.

"I will take care of Tommy. Just c'mon down whenever you're ready." I hesitated. "Go ahead, boy. We'll be fine."

I turned and walked away.

"We'll get this belt off first, Tommy, and then we'll..."

I didn't close my door, but, I pushed it to. When I peeked thru the 3 inches left they were gone. I heard her vaguely beyond the hallway cut, a baby talk tone to her speech.

"Christ, is this going to happen?" Me

Yes. When next I saw Tommy he had rallied & taken the con.

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By the time I'd finished showering I was starting to get cold feet and it had very little to do with the cold water. I thought using the cold water would bring me around. I barely even felt it. Just scrubbed and turned it off.

I was done showering but, was still standing in the stall because that is where the built in sink and mirror were. They was down there with creature comforts and I was standing in standing water in a stall that was no bigger than a phone booth, probably smaller with a sink protruding that I kept bumping my ding-dong on, which of course was sticking straight out. "For as miserable as you are it ain't hurt your bone any."

It was just a yo-yo, up & down. Could slay the world one moment, could play handball off the curb the very next.

"How in the did you get yourself into this?"

If I'd asked that once I'd done so multiple times. And it really didn't matter in the grand scheme. Not now. I had to go down there. If she had to come up here to get me, amok I'd commence to running. "You can't do that. Please down run amok. Please, Dale." I implored myself.

"Christ, if they find you down here talking to yourself that alone is grounds for amok."

That didn't stop me.

"What do you wear to watching your wife with another man?" I was gong to put on my Beaver Patrol T-shirt, but, she'd about took a fit when I showed up at her company picnic in it a few months past. Laughing aloud picked up my spirits. "I was so embarrassed, Cully. How could you?" I laughed again and checked the coast for the umpteenth time. Still clear.

"Uh, oh, music. Oh, Jesus." She'd broke out her portable record player, the one from her basement that we'd used at the first:

"Can I see it?
"No, Cully-boy, let's just listen to Crimson and Clover. We'll sit together on the chair." And that was enough, but, it hadn't hurt to ask. Holding hands was a bonus.

I pulled a white t-shirt on and the blue jeans. Put on socks and shoes so I could comb my hair without getting my feet wet. Scrunched over I got it done and stepped out. Splashed some British Sterling on and was ready to go. Went back in and brushed my teeth, gargled with the Micrin and took another splash of the BS.

"You gotta go, son. I know, I know. I'm goin, buddy. I love ya." What does it mean when you profess your love for yourself to yourself, aloud?

I don't remember getting down to that hallway cutoff. Must have floated because I did not recall one freaking step. I peeked around the corner. It was dusky down there, only candle light and she'd lit incense. And a mighty fine scent she'd chosen. Flack's Killing Me Softly softly played and sounded very nice. I wanted so bad to exit out that patio door; chain smoke Black Watch, drink 1 cup of decaf after another & imagine what those two were doing in their bedroom. That'd a been just fine by me.

I was all for imagining. Watching, seeing was a whole different proposition. I pressed up flat against the kitchen side of that dividing wall.

"Give me a 10 count and we'll go." It took me three 10 counts before I was able to actually break root. How I got there I'll never know.

He was holding her. Girl in a full length white cotton jumper---Tommy in white briefs.

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"Boy, come here, baby." I wanted so bad to continue on past that bed and drop anchor in the cloth chair that had been in that corner off the far foot of the bed since we'd set it there on move in day. Had never even sat in it. Next to it was a small table where she'd set the record player---a pile of .45's stacked upon the record changer. She'd pulled out both of our cases of .45's & set them under the little table. I hadn't went thru those cases in quite a while. It made me want to be disc jockey, now. Jockey discs & watch them.

But, my name had been called.

They'd been talking in whispers when I breached the doorway, I heard them stop before she called my name. The white cotton jumper was not disturbed whatsoever, as it adorned her from her neck to her ankles, her feet bare---her toenails painted in a delicate pink s shade extended just past the hem.. She'd moved close to him almost to the middle of the queen sized bed before I'd arrived. He'd been resting his head on his palm & was so close to her.

She rolled just a bit and patted her side of the bed. Tommy held onto her.

I knelt instead.

"Sorry I kind of lost it there for a spell, Culburn."

Christ, I felt a bit like "Dorothy" at the last The Wizard of Oz.

"I do believe I found what you lost, Tommy."

"Oh, Cully, are you okay?" Her maternal concern always a welcome thing. She edged a bit closer to me, but, he did not turn loose of her. This was it, there was no turning back. Their coupling was imminent, at least their coupling in my presence.

"Yes, I'm fine." I lied. I was floating and could see myself kneeling there.

Perhaps if Girl hadn't been so ready for it, she'd have recognized my plight, but, her eyes were glazed over. I'd never actually seen Girl "turned on" until this moment. I mean really turned on. Past the point of no return. Out-of-control. We may have portended during lovemaking thru our short marriage, but, this was different. Way different. And kneeling there and having to realize that was an absolute mind trip. I was not ready for this. But, it was here and I either ran amok, or, I took it. I did not run amok. And that was a good thing in the short & long distance runs. In the times to come I've thought about if I had took a fit then, right there, and went berserk, not criminally berserk but, enough to end it right where it was---how my actions would have played out then, and the ramifications of the 40+ years on & counting. But, like I said, the moment of absolute certainty never arrives.

Never/ever.

She held my hand with her right as he held her other hand.

It was time. It was just time. All the talking, all the planning, all the ruminating was over. Well, there'd be more ruminating.

Her pale face, she'd used eye liner to a startling result---like a living doll. "Are you sure, boy?"

I was taken aback by her request. Almost aghast. My on again---off again search for absolution had initiated & is without end.

"Yes. Go to him, he's waiting." Tommy could hear me. He was right there, but, I was telling her.

"I want to go. I want him. Please understand, Cully." Her eyelashes were extended and she was so pretty I wanted to cry.

"I know you do, baby, it's okay."
"You'll stay? You won't go? You promise, boy? I want you to kiss me when Tommy..."

"I'll be right here. I won't leave this room."

I kissed her hand as our grip loosened.

"Take her, Tommy."

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Ya know, Dale, you can just put this on a Word doc.

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It was not like I'd envisioned in a thousand fantasies of her & "him" fueled by what I'd read & what'd I'd seen in "dirty book stores" so popular in that era & the arcades housed therein. What I'd made up out of whole cloth, what I wanted, what I'd seen in my mind's eye another thousand times, would, in the end be a reasonable facsimile. More than that even.

Bedside was just too close. I recognized that at once. If I didn't move I'd have surely left the room if not run the amok. I got to my feet and on the way to the chair I pushed the door almost closed, so I wouldn't be tempted to run thru it, out the patio door and down the hill into the forest.

I settled in as Tom Jones got done with it:

"For there's a guard, and there's a sad old padre,
Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak

The last disc on the changer.

Somehow her white cotton gown was taken. I didn't see Tommy remove it. She wore no panties. Girl was nude.

Her long legs stretched out with his. They were not tangled, that would come later.
Her tan lines not as exquisite in the candle light.

He removed his white briefs in what I thought would end in a direct attempt to mount her and have intercourse. I was wrong. There was no hurry. None. There was no TV show to be watch after the one I'd watched first, no swing out with the Plymouth to show off after a Sunday afternoon of spit & polish: "C'mon, Girl, it's ready." She'd come out in her jean shorts with a white cotton top that would extend past the shorts so one wasn't sure she had actual shorts, or anything for that matter on under there, except me and sometimes I'd lift that top to make certain.

When I made note of that to her you know what she said?

"I know, boy."

They were on their respective sides, pressed together, their lips active, not in the French, but, more in the butterfly motif. The French would come later and would remain a constant, sometimes to the point I did not know how they took air.

There would never be frenzy between them, ever, but, frenetic would take place over the next 2 days & nights and from time-to-time thereafter. Tommy was the consummate lover, at least for this girl. He'd had other women, probably dozens and nosy Girl tried to ascertain the exact number and their names. Tommy put his foot down rarely with Girl, if ever, but, his prior relationships was one point where he stood fast. She finally gave up, well almost, Girl never actually gives up totally, but, he didn't give in, or, at least as far as I knew. "I don't know why not, Tommy, you know about Culburn."

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There were whispers, too soft for me to hear even in the silence of the finished record changer, so, I made up their content, for later, for later when I'd be alone down the other end starring out the window at the Road Runner & the Jeep, her screams at orgasm coming pretty much at regular intervals. There was a difference to her screams with him versus with me. Or, so I told myself. There were more screams of that there was no doubt. These were guttural screams. I'd never heard her scream at distance. I was always in the same bed, or, at least the room when she'd spend & scream. Being 60 some feet away was different. I knew she was enjoying herself, but, it almost sounded like she was being attacked, these were wild screams, not contained like with me. For the longest time, perhaps the entire time of his stay I'd lay awake and kind of wait for those screams. Girl screaming could take place at any time of the night. I mean just because we'd say our good nights and I'd leave them at rest didn't mean a thing:

"We're bushed, Cully, good night, sweetheart."
"Sleep well, Culburn."

I'd lower my chair from where I'd learned to leaned back & it, my socked feet pressing on the side of the bed and get up from my chair: "Good night, angel. Night, Tommy."

An hour later: a scream in the night. At the first I'd of course skulk down and listen at the bottom of the hallway bathroom door opening. Get right down on my knees. I could hear fine, their post coitus & orgasm pillow talk. What I really was really listening for (after the pillow talk) was signs & signals of mutiny, deception, conspiracy. Did I wish to hear such? I cannot lie. It is inexplicable, but, persists to this day. That would never happen though, ever. My name was rarely spoken as I'd eavesdrop. When it was it was just in passing, the humdrum. Me & him having to perform a chore for her, or, what I'd like for breakfast. Just mundane references, never a conspiratorial act or threat of any sort. Was I disappointed? Again I will not lie. It is inexplicable, but, sustains to this day.

And they'd, well the girl created a sleep system, or, position, whatever you want to call it. (The Cave)

"Cully, look; Tommy lays on his right side like this." The numb nut is actually getting into the position as she describes it. "Then I snuggle up in there and like spoon." She gets in there, in her jammies, he's in briefs. "Then he drapes his left arm over the top of me. Okay Tommy, go ahead, boy" Tommy drapes it over, smilin' ear-to-ear. "This guards me, and that's it. I'm in The Cave where nothing can hurt me." And that's how they slept. I'd check on 'em sometimes, go down and she was always in there, in The Cave, both of 'em sleepin' like Rip Van Winkle.

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It was those whispers, and sighs, the soft laughter & calm conversations in the midst of preparations to , oh, and the squeals, yes, her girlish, her feminine squeals as he touched and stroked places where I never had, places I never even knew existed, or, would venture their existence. Ever. I found this to be at once both highly exhilarating & somewhat disturbing, even close to maddening.

"What is he doing to her?" To-my-self as I watched from the lone cheap seat.

And the man would Girl whether the goal was to spend, or, after spending just to enjoy that intimacy with no goal to spend. It wouldn't be a full bone, but, it was stiff and serviceable. He'd drive her to near ecstasy in those times. "Cully, would you come close then and run your hand down there and play with me? I want to with him inside me while you rub me. I can that way, I know I can. Please, darling?"

I could readily reason that to do so I'd most likely come into contact with Tommy somewhere along the line. But, she briefed Tommy: he lifted, I kept my eyes on her face, my hand flat across her heated breasts and just past her belly button I'd find her nest of soft downy hair---then her wetness. He'd stroke ever so slowly, talking to her in whispers, spurring her on with words of his deep love for her, again & again. "I never knew folks who talk as much as you two do during sex."

I'd taught Girl that fine art right form the start in her ancestral basement and she took to it immediately.

But, he got with the program rather quickly and would talk up a storm, in that deep voice he had. Even talk in the third person which I never did: "Yes, baby-girl, Tommy, loves his little girl. Yes, baby, we're here, sweetheart. Let it go, Girl, tell Culburn, baby, tell Tommy all about it."

"I love you, Tommy, I have from the very start."
From the gun.
"I just love you. Cully, I love, Tommy. I do. Please."

"It's okay, baby, you can love Tommy. I want you to love him. He loves you, baby."

Tommy stroked.
I'd rub.
Tommy would talk.
I would talk.
Girl would crest.
Girl would scream absolute bloody murder.
He would pick her up in his arms as if she weighed next to nothing and hold her to his chest, talking her down in a tone so soft I could not make the content out.
I'd drift back to my chair as he formed The Cave, & ensconce her within. He had incredible strength.. They'd either sleep then,, or, rest, and start anew.

Then just a whisper from The Cave: "Thank you, Cully-boy. That was so wonderful. Thank you, boys. I needed it."

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Ya know, Dale, you can just put this on a Word doc.

What do you mean, that's what it is.

[Chucho]

What do you mean, that's what it is.

As in, leave these C-level softcore novels on your MS Word docs on your hard drive.

Not saying they're terrible, but they're ing terrible.

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As in, leave these C-level softcore novels on your MS Word docs on your hard drive.

Not saying they're terrible, but they're ing terrible.

Call 911 & report that somebody is holding a gun to your head.

[Chucho]

Call 911 & report that somebody is holding a gun to your head.

Nah. I could live with that. This, on the other hand, is ing heinous, like ing a dead animal in the woods kind of heinous.

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Together they moved about till Girl was on her right side. Tommy gently jackknifed her left leg & came in close. His attempt at intercourse was rebuffed.

"No, darling, where's Cully, where's Cully-boy?" I saw her speak thru her dresser mirror next to their bed. She was as white as a ghost, the tan lines all but gone.

He did not venture an answer, just calmed his own intent and nestled in by her neck and ear.

Thru the reflection Girl crooked her finger beckoning me back to bedside.

She would tell me first chance: "He told me Cully; he whispered that he loved me and that it was time. But, I didn't want him again until you were there and you could hold my hand and could see he was inside, his was actually in me. I wanted it to be the first time. I'm sorry about the first time and you not being there. I am Cully-boy."

I'd never opened the envelope of small notes she'd made of those first 2 days with him. I never will. She took it to the Wells Fargo and put it in the safe deposit box, so the boys wouldn't discover it. The seal has never been broken.

"No, Girl, I don't want you to be sorry. That was different. It was meant to be that way."

And I believed that then and I believe that now. God wanted them to conduct themselves in the action they took and experienced. He watched over us thru the Catholic Mass, onto the carnival, the sexually charged drive back, the tromped accelerator, the tripped carburetors & then He showed her Tommy's attempt on his own life. Perhaps if I'd have been there, if I'd accompanied them to his apartment in the aftermath of his suicide attempt there would not have been a coupling, but, instead a pseudo skull session that would have ended with Girl & I walking away from Tommy, leaving him to his own devices. And Tommy would not have come to live with us, to love us and be loved. He would not have had another year upon the earth, bathed in the light & love of one woman & then another.

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I returned & once again knelt close to their imminent coupling.

"You'll stay now, boy?"

His eyes too had seemed to glaze over. He saw me across the girl, but, made no attempt at recognition. He was waiting on "go."

"Yes."

Out-of-body came straight for me.

As she spoke to me she kept her left hand busy lightly stroking his face. He kissed her finger tips, & caressed her nipples.

"Watch."

She turned from me.

"Come, Tommy, come to Katie-Girl."

He took over, picked her up in his arms and set her back in on his side of the bed, away from me. The mount was immediate. He lifted and placed Girl's right ankle across his left shoulder blade, the pink s shade at once catching my attention."

"Yes, boy. Yes." A hiss.

The SOB lifted her left leg & attempted to place it on his right shoulder.

She forbade it. Damn rights she did. I'd never been allowed both ankles.

"No, Cully, no, you'll hurt Girl. Just one, baby. Hurry, Cully, I want it."

"No, Tommy, remember just one ankle, darling, just one. You promised."

Christ, he'd already attempted both, and had had one up there, at his place.

He just nodded, resigned to her refusal to have both ankles up & over.

Was I disappointed? In a word,(yes). Just because I'd been forbidden didn't necessarily mean I wanted him forbidden.

In control once again Girl folded her left leg to accommodate his mount, which would be rejected one final time.

"Now, Tommy, now you may place my ankle, darling. You wouldn't hurt Girl, would you?"

He was ready: "No baby-girl, I will never hurt you."

"Girl." My whispered warning for her own good.

It was rejected outright.

"Ssshhh, Cully, Tommy wouldn't hurt us for all the rice in China. Watch."

That ankle too went up & over, the pink s shade I made sure to confirm.

"C'mon, Tommy, do it to me."

Did I look at the crisis point? Yes, I did. I wanted to see it.

That little beaver, the soft brown hair neatly coiffed and just below that at the ready, him. How it got in each time remained a mystery the entire tenure of Tommy.

"Christ, doesn't it hurt?" I'd queried her numerous times.

"No, he's very gentle, Cully. He loves me." The same answer. Always.

He slid it, not all of it, but, a healthy portion. Just disappeared inside of her.

"Yes, Tommy, it's soooooo easy."

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A man knows without being told what a loose bag means during sexual intercourse, yes? Yes. It means there is time to linger, time to , time to enjoy oneself and the woman who you're ing. For you both to benefit and find joy in the act of sexual intercourse. Tommy's bag was loose, so, it made perfect sense that the initial siege that night would be lengthy. It was indeed.

I think what bothered Katie was she knew beyond any question that what he was doing to her he had done with other women. She never told me that of course. And I've never queried her about it. I wouldn't bust her balls like that. No way, but, I believe that bugged her no end. She wanted to be the one and she wanted to be the only one. I wanted to be one of many for Girl. Girl wanted to be the only one for Tommy.

Tommy knew how to make Girl feel good. Good & sated. Knew how to manipulate Girl's mind & body during lovemaking. I could just tell the way he moved around the bed with her. He was a master, a grown man, a mature man who'd knew his way and had that confidence. Sounds easy, and he made it look easy.

He slowly moved inside of her. I'd been forgotten. How can that happen you say, when I'm but a few feet away? It happened. I didn't grudge it, not whatsoever. I was relieved in a way. I wanted to watch more than anything, except to hear and I got to do both as they first coupled for an extensive period of time. I didn't watch the clock, that never crossed my mind and I'm a clock watcher from way back. I just went to my knees, folded my hands on the edge of the bed, my chin on the fold and watched.

"Cully, I knew you were there, but, it was okay that I didn't include you anymore than I did. I wanted to devote myself to him. I did, I got lost in it. There was only him, just him. Tommy and I, and that's all I wanted. Don't be hurt, please, darling. But, he is all I wanted for those 2 days. I simply could not get enough of him. He was everything."

After the 2 days she confided that to me while he'd went to gas up the Plymouth. I believe she sent him on that errand so we would have some private time before we started back up on that Saturday: the visit to Mama's house where I met Miss Rebecca while Tommy tossed Girl around on his childhood bed and tickled her pink, the trip to Tommy's bar where they danced: "Tommy c'mon, you promised to dance with me. Cully can play by himself. C'mon." And Girl with the added final piece of nagging: "C'mon." He didn't care that the other brothers standing there, watching for his response to this crazy white girl.

"C'mon, baby-girl." Led her by the hand to the dance floor where White was starting up with his: "You Are The First, My Last, My Everything."

And I shot pool with my new cue. "Do you know that girl, Cully-boy?" They'd seen my name ingrained in the grip.

And Tommy, bless his great heart came & fetched me for the last dance. "C'mon, Cully, let's surprise her, she wants to slow dance with you."

"What about my new cue?"

"Don't worry about it, Culburn. It's safe."

And he watched us, never took his eyes off as we danced to our prom night song: "Traces" by Classics IV...

"I close my eyes and say a prayer
That in her heart, she'll find, a trace of love still there, Somewhere,"

Then finally our impromptu trip out to the cornfield. "Take me out there, we'll play hide & seek and who ever finds me first gets to me first. And I don't care, I'll one while I suck the other. It's up to you, Tommy." United, Girl & I shifted our sight to him. He was the leader.

"Show me the way, Girl."

"Straight out 73-75, 5 miles past Merritt Beach, there's a large billboard on the right, I'm sure the advertisement is different than when Cully & were out there a year ago playing hide & seek, but, the billboard will still be there."

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And he was incredibly strong. After slowly ing her with both ankles where he'd set them at the first he joined them together in his left hand, shifted her ankles a bit to her right and ed her that way. I had the perfect angle, his just slid in & out with ease, the shaft shiny from their movement. Always had a reserve of a few inches. His sack bloated and loose, gently landing on her nether region; the knot, covering it completely as he'd stall just a beat, twitch just the slightest bit prompting Girl to sigh or squeal time & time again till Girl & l thought we'd lose our respective minds. No wasted movement. No arms & legs loosey & goosey. None of that nonsense one sees on dirty movies of that era, or, the current one.

And Girl, she usually liked to narrate when I'd her, spurring me on to a premature end with all manner of teasing & tormenting. A "tee-hee" here. A name called there. "You're so damn cute when you get close to spunking. , Dale, in Katie." She too could snap her body and would twitch her core igniting my crisis. "Just-like-that." She'd state as she put an end to it.

Not with him. It wasn't total silence, for she did speak of love and devotion time again & again as he responded not by words but by kissing her, their lips sealed to one another as he moved ever so deliberately. A stoppage to lure her into wanting more. "No, Tommy, no, don't stop. Don't ever stop. I need it. I need you to me. Don't stop."

He'd resume the gentle pounding of her body. There'd be no denial steeped on the stoppage to frustrate her.

What Girl wanted in their bed & out of their bed, Girl got.

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Finally, toward the last he gently lowered Girl's legs & slowly withdrew from her body.

And for the record there was no (pop) like in dirty books. No.

I thought she was going to cry. "Nooooooooo."

"Come here, baby-girl."

He gathered himself---then her into his embrace, carefully nudged her knees apart, got it lodged on it's own accord & once more pushed inside of her. Again there was plenty left.

I informed her of the reserves.

Her brow furrowed. "I was full, Cully. But, I'd have taken as much as he gave me. I wanted to be brave, just for him, just for Tommy. I knew he wouldn't hurt me. Tommy doesn't have a mean bone in his body, does he, boy?"

She was telling it.

"No, sweetheart, he doesn't."

She was basically independent of the bed. He just held her there and gave it to her.

"I could feel it, Cully, just like I feel you when you're ready to give up the old proverbial ghost. He was so sweet, that little cutie-pie. Thought he'd last forever. His eyes, Cully, Tommy's eyes watered just a bit. Now don't ever tell him about that, okay?"

"Of course, it's our secret." He and I never discussed (in bed Girl) or (in bed Tommy). Never. I knew without being told by him not to do it. And I never got lazy, or, reckless and disobeyed that unspoken rule. I just shut my mouth for once. And kept it shut for once.

"Just a muscle flare here and there, he started to seize up a bit and his eyes were the tell. So damn adorable as he tried to fight it off. I made him blow though, I locked into his eyes, you know how I do with you sometimes?"

"And other men a lot of the time, before this time with Tommy." To-my-self.

"And it started, really deep inside him."

"Did you feel his sack contract?" I figured what the heck, might as well let it all hang out.

"Yes, it lifted off my knot." She knew about her balloon knot as I'd informed her of it's proper name shortly after we'd tied our own knot.

"Could you feel his stuff actually hit your innards?" Like in the dirty books.

"No, nothing like that. But, I could feel his body begin to loosen, become less rigid, you know, give up the ghost more or less. He had to let loose of all that tension, Cully, all that badness, he was all stove up. You were as well."

I was next in the queue.

She was talking like I talked after I'd blown my pipes out, pea ing around the house, naked, rating it/the . "I'm a new man, Girl. It was good, and I needed more than wanted it, but, I did want it. Not the best by any stretch, but, I just needed it. Like medicinal. Now, let's go for a ride & get a glass Coke a piece!"

"He isn't immune, it's not weakness to surrender to my charms, is it, Culburn? You've surrendered easier than that by jiminy."

"Damn, you're a ball buster."

Her smile full of mischief.

"You taught me. When I met you I didn't know from apple butter."

"What did you whisper into his ear there after he came?" I'd seen & I had to know.

"That's a secret, Cully. Please, for me, for Katie-Girl?" I never asked again.

"Why don't we French kiss like that?"

"Cully, you know why."

I did. I wasn't a very good smoocher, French or otherwise. Old ground I should have left be still.

"But, nobody licks me like you do, angel. Nobody." She always covers my mistakes.

And that is what I'd do about 10 minutes later, perhaps 15, no more than 15 after Tommy had broke his nut & I had followed him in."

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Tommy made a move to separate.

"No, Tommy, it's okay, sweetheart, just stay right there and rest a bit."

Immediately I felt badly for him. He was at his most vulnerable, (gun aside). I was kneeling bedside after he'd just blew his nut. If I got up and left it would have been even more uncomfortable. There was no protocol then, or, at least none that we'd found in her Cosmopolitan.

I wanted to watch.
He was there because of (the gun) & because they'd fallen in love.
If he'd have had his druthers I wouldn't be there watching.
It was complex & intricate.

We all knew this, but, we had the humanity to keep it to ourselves. There were too many (right) moments to justify standing still for (uncomfortable) moments.

She talked quietly to him. I tried & succeeded in not hearing a word of it. There were times in the times of Tommy that I had my finest hours. And I knew it.

And the moment did pass. And she made it right, though kind of at my expense, but, I had it to give & gave it unconditionally after she admonished me to.

"Cully, I'm calling your name." I went from feeling sorry for Tommy to absolute dread. How could I think I could leave that bedroom without leaving a piece of myself, so to speak.

"Get naked, Cully-boy."

And I did, I felt like a GD boy after watching him conduct himself.

" me." To-my-self.

But, I had to try and match at least his at ude. Did I succeed? Mostly. I gave up the in' ghost in record time though. She wouldn't leave me be, damn her.

"I needed to be with him, Cully. I knew you would understand. I had to comfort him. He's so vulnerable. (the gun) I could not bear to have him in turmoil there. Please understand, sweetheart?"

I did.

"Get naked, boy. Not a s ch." For a moment I thought Miss had risen from .

I don't even remember removing my clothes.

Down to my underwear she granted nary quarter. "Fruits too. I want to see what you've got inside those underwear, sweetheart."

And you know what I wanted?

Yes, baby talk.

And she loitered it at the edges right in' there. To the rookie like Tommy he didn't know all the intricacies of Baby Talk. A word here, a syllable there, a wink, a nod , just a twinkle in her eyes, a 1/2 purse of her lips, a slight lick of her lips, furrow that brow, and I was at orgasm's door, & a knockin' like a madman.

"C'mon, Cully, c'mon, boy, come and get some."

I slipped my Fruits off. Vibrated like a tuning fork in High School science class.

"Yes. My goodness, yes." She paid Tommy not one bit of attention and he asked none. I didn't even look across the bed at him.

Did I look at what he'd left me at the apex of her grotto before I mounted said grotto?

"Yes, I did." Just like in the dirty books.

It was like a piece of pastry at Safeway, oozing out the hole, clean and pure, almost translucent, but, not quite. No. And not like in the dirty books in boundless rivulets. No. Not that. It was there, no doubt about it.

"I let it fall out. I could have held him inside, but, I wanted you to see. I wanted you to hurry, to nut, so, I could tend him. He needed me again."

Those four words would come again and it would be in that same bedroom. Oh, yeah, like a 50-foot tidal wave.

But, on this occasion unlike the next it was relevant.

She scooted down and I climbed right on as I'd done probably a couple hundred time by then. I wasn't new to that "foothold."

I got it inside aided & abetted by what he'd left. Seriously, I could really not differentiate twixt Tommy's load & sans Tommy's load.

"I was just grateful we didn't have to send Tommy out to the shed for a 2x4 to tie to your ass so you wouldn't fall in."

"GD you Girl." I thought she'd pee her pants then as we stifled our laughter so he wouldn't hear."

2-in---2-out & I knew I wouldn't last double-digits. Not for money, marbles nor chalk.
And then she gave it to me, right in front of him:

"I love you, Dale. I have from the moment I met you on the street that afternoon. Remember, boy?"

I went once more in, she snatched me & I roared like that MGM Lion.

"Yeah, like that, let it all come. I want it there with Tommy. I do. I don't care. I want you both. I love you both. I-do-not-care."

I roared again as it hit me again.

You know what Girl did? Spanked my ass, not once but, twice, real quick. [smack/smack] My left cheek with the flat of her right hand.

What did I do in response?

I roared for the 3rd & final time. There was nothing left to ejaculate.

I wilted just like Tommy had. My sack of course had never even dropped a portion the entire time I'd been in their bedroom.

I rolled off and toward the edge of the bed.

"Good for you, Culburn." Tommy was genuine, God-love-him.

"Tommy." Just his name.

"Now, who is the girl? Who hasn't spent? Who needs to spend? Who wants to scream?"

"Tommy?"

"My baby-girl."

"Cully?"

"His baby-girl."

Did I go down there and sample the mix of Tommy & I? No.

Did I steal a sniff? Yes. Clean, like ammonia.

I licked Girl's little beaver until the soft brown hair was moistened.

She'd settled down. They were kissing again, feather kisses, his fingers lightly caressing her breasts.

Her body was scalding hot.
I'd needed it.
He needed it.
I believe she needed it more than both of us.

And she got it.

"I didn't think I was going to be able to stand it, Cully. I was afraid, but, I knew you were both there to help me. I was so desperate and lost. I, I, I..."

"I know, baby. I know."

Her clitoris was present and accounted for. Hidden not a bit. I did a thorough sweep of the area, then isolated the little ens and went to work.

About a 1/2 way there I got an epiphany. God? Maybe. I gleaned some of our shared stuff, eschewed her grotto & went straight for the knot.

"Cully, no." I never considered her "no." (No) meant (Yes).

"I was embarrassed with Tommy there, but, thank you, Cully. I'm so glad you didn't hear me." See how she explained that?

She tried to lock me out by seizing her sphincter. Please. I grabbed another thimble full of our stuff & bore in, not one, but, two fingers, first two, right hand.

"Cully." Last alert. All systems go. Tommy sealed her mouth with a kiss.

"I thought I was going to swallow my tongue, Cully. That sweet man."

Both legs came up simultaneously & hard locked in the widest V possible.

Now Girl was on the catapult launcher.

At times like this I'd pull off and extend the pleasure. She'd get mad but then would forgive and forget at ultimate release. This was not that. I put some added pressure onto my tongue and stiffened it, then buried my fingers as far as I could. There was no more room.

She pulled his hand off just as it hit. I tried to watch out of the top of my eyes. Like a real baby screaming after the first wail and then winds up for the second silent scream...there was no sound. She wound up in the clutches though as I pumped not once, but, twice with my buried fingers. Nothing fast, or savage that would hurt the girl, just 1/2 way out then all the way---deep in her rectum.

"That's all it took as the audible screams came forth. I saw Tommy whisper in her ear as the screaming just would not stop.

"What was it that he said?"

"That he'd love me forever."

I didn't cry.
Tommy didn't cry.
Girl cried.

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I don’t think Harlequin is going to buy this material Cub.

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Girl was quite shaken, though she could've been playing a bit of possum to get Tommy's attention, like he ever denied her such. While I brought her legs down onto the bed Tommy gently pitched a quilt about her then pulled her close to him. Like a mini-cave.

"Thank you, Tommy."
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"Thank you, Cully."
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"That felt really good."

He further enveloped her closer to him.

"You're welcome, Girl." Me

"I'll get us some tea & coffee, a little refreshment to fortify us. Right?" Me

"Thanks, Cully. That'd be swell. My little Tommy-boy needs it, don't you, little boy?"

His good natured-laughter a welcome sound.

I grabbed my duds & went. I wasn't in that kitchen 5 minutes when I heard the toilet flush & here comes Girl, once again ensconced in her white gown.

"Cully, my little Cully-boy. How are you?"

I was waiting for The Whistler to whistle.

"Give me a hug, Cully."

I obeyed.

"Are you wearing panties under there?"

"Of course, I had to, I was still leaking your stuff. You and him. You guys came a lot."

"What color are they?"

"The ?" Giggling.

"The panties, Girl. Be serious."

"I may end up having to insert a Tampon." That was the initial hint of what was to come.

"Lift the gown so I can see your panties."

"No, now, Cully. I have to get back to him. He's waiting for me."

"Again?"

"Yes. He's excited. And I need a favor, sweetheart?"

Uh, oh. "What?"

"Would you give us some privacy, perhaps until I don't know, this evening?"

This was all transacted in hushed whispers close to the hat rack where she'd ushered me.

"What!"

"I know, I know, it's just that he's really amorous and I just think it'd be better if we had some time, you know, alone. I wouldn't ask it if it weren't important. You know that, honey-bun."

I smelled a rat. & I smelled him on her. It was Hai Karate. I didn't see that in there when I was snooping about. He was hiding his cologne?

"Is it just him, or, are you as well (really amorous)?"

"I am. I can't help it, Cully. Don't be mad. He's so sweet and innocent."

"Bend over. I'll show you sweet and in' innocent." To-my-self.

Of course that infernal Whistler commenced to whistling.

"You stay here." She scampered around & turned it off.

Once again I spied Smith/Wesson hanging on the hat rack. The poor guy. It just jolted me, sobered me on-the-spot. Took all the resistance, all the sap, any argument right off the table.

She poured the water as I folded the tent.

"It's steeping, Cully. I think it will be a good steep too. I can feel it." Brow furrowed-she waited.

"Of course, angel. No problem. I need some sleep (I really did). I'll just lay down, get some shut-eye, then crack open my new All Star Game."

"Thank you, Cully-boy. You're such a little sweetheart. I knew we could count on you. Oh, and I'll make sure not to scream when I, well you know when I, well, you know. That way you won't be wakened, or, alarmed." She knew & was busting my balls.

"Well, now don't do that, Girl. I wouldn't mind hearing that, at all. Okay?"

"Are you sure, because I don't have to scream? I mean it feels better letting it all hang out, but, I'd understand if you'd rather I didn't scream."

"No, no, I don't want you to curtail your screams, or, your passion with him. So, you'll scream, right?"

"For sure, I'll always scream. Now, pick me up and then set me back down so I know you're not mad."

I obeyed.

"I love you, Cully."

"I love you, Girl."

"I'm going to get some snacks together. He's hungry, don't you know. Is that okay?"

"Sure, I'll get my tea, and head for my room." Like a damn loser.

Naked, I squeezed my bag, added the sugar, + 1/2&1/2 while she scurried about raiding cupboards & Kelvinator alike. Busy as a bee. If I coulda nutted I'd a bent her over that kitchen table & busted that hole, but, I was a single shot musket & I'd done shot my limit. I didn't need to keep my powder dry. I had nary powder.

So, I grabbed my duds in one hand, cup-of-tea in the other, confirmed the ajar was present & accounted for & headed for the barn.

"Psst."

I turned just past S&W.

"You have a cute ass, Cully, and I'll be down a little later after a scream or 2. Okay?"

"Rate it." Me

"The best of all time." Her

"Damn right." Me

Nobody licks a beaver & pops a knot like C D C.

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"Tommy"

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"I can't."

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In the Air Force, circa '74 you received a 1/2 day off a week, free time. On that Friday I was all set. Ding & Dong had left first that morning.

From more than a mile buried in the earth I surfaced & left SAC HQ a bit past noon, stopped at the Food Mart, purchased a Sporting News, a Penthouse, & a six pack of glass Coke/cold. Shoved it all in Tommy's Jeep, then walked next door and a got a sub sandwich at Sarge's Sub Shop.

I was going to go home, confirm the ajar first, perhaps reconcile the count, then eat luncheon over "All My Children," peruse the Letters Section of that Penthouse, then root thru their clothes hamper, snag a pair of Girl's panties, go back to my room, place the gusset over my snout & masturbate.

Afterward I'd return the panties to the hamper, snoop their digs a bit, clean the house and wait for Ding & Dong to arrive back home.

I entered thru the main entrance to the mobile home park, not the hill entrance, turned left and made my way down to the last street in the park, turned right. Earl Welt (park manager) was about midway down sitting in his golf cart. I was in a good mood so I put up my hand in recognition. He matched it. I checked the rear view after I passed. He did not look back at me.

Came to a stop and went to turn right. What do I see down there at the end? Tommy's cruiser parked right in front of the trailer. And Girl's car parked right behind it.

By then Tommy was parking his cruiser at the house.
By then we didn't much care what the neighbors thought. We didn't throw it in their face for sure, just kept our heads down and went about our business.

"What the ?"

No sooner had I shoved it in park when here comes Tommy bounding out the front door & with a purpose---kind of trotting to his cruiser & hopped in. Looked like John Shaft if Shaft wore a uniform.

"If he comes down here you'll be spotted."

"Good. Then he'll know I saw."

He didn't. Drove off straight down the street and out-of-sight.

"I wonder what they were doing in there?"
"You know damn well what they were doing in there."
"I know, I know."

Today was Girl's 1st day off her period in the last 5.

It had been hands off during her period. I didn't have to be told that. It just was that. He did all the cooking, and all the baking during that first period & all periods thereafter, by God. I even helped him + all of my cleaning duties as well. She stayed in bed, reading The National Enquirer after returning from the office each day, orders from Sergeant Gentile. He didn't admonish me, or, order me to treat her extra kind, he just set the mark and I followed. And I mean no hand jobs, no talking dirty while I masturbated. No naughties at all. Nothing. He did not imbibe & neither did I.

But, with the Pill it was just a straight 4 day regimen. Not the end of the world.

Though I'd sneak down there after lights out to make sure nobody was cheating: she'd be in The Cave, the gate/his left ham hock down---both of 'em sawing logs.

"Cully, try and understand, he's being supportive and loving. Don't say anything, okay? Promise me, boy. He's such a little sweetheart."

I promised her. I wasn't about to criticize him. I didn't have a case, A. And B, it would have killed me to have him, you, know, read me a riot act over it.

When all was said & done, in the bitter end Tommy never did read one riot act to me. Nary a one.

We'd still eat dinner together, those 2 propped up in bed, me in my chair. Talk over the days events. Girl's feuds with the different girls in the office. Tommy's tales of present and past exploits enforcing the law. I didn't have much to offer and they didn't press me. Both were good story tellers and I did enjoy listening to them and the way they'd not talk over one another was amazing. We were a real family, a eyed one, sure, but, we functioned fine in and out of the old sack. When you're that close to 20-years-old you think something good will never end. You'd learn.

Afterward, I'd collect the dishes then we'd play card games until Girl got sleepy.

He'd help her down and into The Cave: "C'mon, baby-girl, get comfy now." Him

"Cully, you can sleep with us, there's plenty of room on that side." Her

"It's still a bit early. I think I'll go down and read a little, maybe catch a shave so I don't have to in the morning." Me

We'd exchange "good nights" and I'd stroll out, pulling the door half-way closed behind me.

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It was a bit of a dirty trick, I'll admit, but, I backtracked so I could come up the street we lived on. That way I could check and make certain he'd actually left the park premises and so I could sneak into a parking spot without more of a chance of being heard or seen by Girl. I couldn't catch them in the act, sure, but, I'd get one on her if I played it right.

Passed Welt going the other way. " me." Probably thought I was going to assault him.

Didn't see Tommy anywhere and eased to a silent stop in front of the next door neighbor's mobile home. Got out, grabbed my magazines, Coke & sub & stealthy made my way to the front door.

"Don't over play it, GD you."
"I won't."

He hadn't even locked it, he was in such a hurry.

I throttled down as I breached the doorway. Got inside and closed the door behind me. Girl, butt naked turned the corner.

"Did you forget something, sweetheart.........Uh, oh."

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"What's going on, Katie?"

"What are you doing home, boy?"

"No, what are you doing home and why did Tommy just run out of here like his ass was on fire?"

"You saw him? Cully, now don't get all upset. It's not what you think it is."

"Yes, I saw him leaving here. Was he ing you, Girl?"

"Yes."

"Then it's obviously what I was thinking it was."

She had a look like she'd just been ed. All pink & puffed up.

"I'll go and put something on, Cull."

I watched her bottom disappear around the corner.. I was so ing horny after 5 days of denial I couldn't see straight. I hadn't it even whacked it out of loyalty to her, to him. Not once. And now I wasn't going to be able to beat off while sniffing her panties.

Comes back with one of his shirts on!

"Is there anything on under that?"

"No. Do you want me to put panties on?"

"No. What the , Girl. In front of the neighbors, the middle of day?" Sure, it was weak, but, I'd seen it somewhere on TV & used it.

"Now listen, honey. He went to the precinct this morning to do paperwork before leaving on patrol. I could tell when I kissed him goodbye he was off a little, he seemed feverish, but, what I could do. Then he called me about 9. He was desperate. He couldn't wait until tonight, he couldn't wait anymore. Would I meet him? He had to see me. Had to have me. He'd give me anything I wanted if I'd come home at 11. It was his lunch hour."

I sat down at the table. I wanted to hear it because I had the advantage and I wanted to hear because I knew where it was going and where she & I were going to end up.

She took a seat as well.

"I can't believe your naked under there." She looked absolutely gorgeous in that shirt, & so freshly ed my heart hurt.

"And I made a good deal and it includes you, Cully-boy. I didn't forget you. After we visit Mama tomorrow afternoon he's going to take us to dinner at Ross'! See, didn't I do good?"

I made a mental note to kick up my heels at the Ross's news. "How did you get off this morning?"

"I asked Paul if I could take the rest of the day off, that I had a terrible headache from my cycle."

(Paul Peters) was her boss and the one who stole at least 3 kisses that I knew of: one in the elevator at the office, one in the hallway in the lounge by the bathrooms and one when she hung up the phone in the lounge that Friday night after telling me she'd be home late. "He was standing right there, Cully, and he kissed me before I knew what was up."

I had a sneaking su ion she'd slept with him at the Sheraton Hotel down there close to where she worked.

An aside: they served a Baked Alaska out of there that was absolutely to die for. I'd heard about it out at the base and it was just superb. When we went there for dinner one night just for that Baked Alaska she seemed to know her way around that hotel pretty darn good. How to get up to the restaurant, where the elevators were, etc. But, she'd passed (The Swear to God) protocol, so I didn't make an issue out of it.

"He said: 'Okay, sweetheart, go ahead and enjoy your weekend. I hope you feel better, Girl.'"

"Was Tommy already here when you got here?"

"Yes, he was basically where you are right now, only standing up. And he was naked. I came thru the door and he grabbed me."

"What!"

"Yes, he was all upset and I tried to calm him down, but, he picked me up in his arms and took me down there." Girl pointed toward their bedroom.

"What!"

"Yes, I said: 'Tommy, honey, calm down, it's okay, sweetheart, just settle down, let me get my clothes off and we'll be together.'"

"He didn't tear my clothes off exactly, but, he just about did. Then I wanted to freshen up in the bathroom, but, he pinned me to the bed. "No, Girl, no! Now." He said.

"And that was it."

"What the do you mean [that was it.] What happened then?"

"He pulled me down flat and did what he did that first time when you were there. Remember, Cull?"

"Katie, nooooooooo."

"I couldn't stop him if I'd a wanted to." See what she did there? Just little phrases & like that to get me steamed up.

"He put both ankles up again?"

"Yes. Hung me there like I weighed nothing at all."

"Why didn't you tell him to stop, that he was hurting you. Why, Girl, why?" I knew why, but, I was getting into it by then, heading for my own nut---my own salvation.

"Cully, don't be mad, please. It excited me having him behave like that, so, desperate for me, saying all that stuff over the phone: "He had to have me." Now she paused for effect.

"So? Don't make me beg, Girl."

"He gave it to me. Held my feet up and gave it to me pretty darn good."

"Was he violent?"

"No, no, but, he did give it to me harder than he's given it to me thus far, I know that."

"How long, Girl?"

"20 minutes to his first nut. About as long to the 2nd. He came twice, Cully."

"What!"

"Yes, he was insatiable."

"40 minutes he ed you?" I was incredulous.

"Give or take. I hit the door a little before 11. He was finished a little before 12. Right around 30 to 40 minutes."

"And you're not sore now?"

"Surprisingly, no. He just knows how to, well pound me without hurting me. Plus he didn't give it all to me. I asked him when he was finally finished."

"No, baby-girl, I will never do that to you. You're my little girl. No way I'd hurt you."

"My God, Girl."

"You know, something like that, not verbatim of course, but, close, Cully."

"If I'd a been here a half hour sooner I'd a run right into it. What the would you two have done then?"

"Cully, we've all done it together a few times, you know: the first night, the cornfield. It's not like he's not allowed. And if you had shown up I'd have allowed you to hook my ankles once he'd finished. That's what you want to do now, isn't it? You can have some. In fact, you can have whatever you want, anyway you want it. You name it, you got it. Except the butt. That's for Christmas, remember?"

"Anything?"

"Anything. I want you to have a special Friday treat like Tommy got. Just, you know, Cully, no bank jobs. Right?" She laughed heartily. We both did.

"You didn't tell him about that bank job thing, did you, Girl? Please tell me you didn't."

"I didn't, honey. You know I wouldn't tell a soul. I swore to God I wouldn't."

"Thank goodness, it'd be humiliating, especially to a cop, for God sake."

"Make it special, Cully, and I'll make it even extra special."

It was easy. "Here it is..."

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I think the people that would read this are dead from trump plague

All they got to do is call 911 & report the person holding a gun to their head.

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I chose Miss. Not "beat my ass to a frazzle" Miss, but, "loving" Miss.

Miss that would hook both ankles on my shoulder blades..

"Give me a half-hour & she'll come get you. Take a seat on your chair and don't move."

I couldn't in' believe it. And didn't believe it until a half-hour later when Miss appeared in that 5x5 opening twixt kitchen & living room.

"Hey, you."

"Oh, my, God." It was her. It was Miss.

Same sweatshirt.
I stood up. Same black tights.

"Girl tells me we have a date."

"Yes. I can't believe it."

"Give me your hand, Cully-boy." She moved out of sight, stepped in front of the hat rack, then moved toward me.

"Oh, Lord." She had on those pink tennis shoes.

"Hold my hand, Cully, and I'll take you back there. I lit candles for us. Come with me so I can show you."

She was like "Belle" in "The Devil and Daniel Webster." Only Miss was no longer a disciple of the devil like "Belle" always was & always would be. Miss was all the sudden kind & soft spoken & wore those eye glasses again. And that sweatshirt, hiding those perfect little ties. They were loose under there, I could tell, loose and probably a little cool to the touch I imagined. I wanted to lick them, make the nipples wet and suckle there.

"Pink, Cully-boy, Miss has pink panties on. I chose pink. Come and I'll show you. Hurry, Girl won't be gone long. She's jealous I think. She said I couldn't kiss you, not even once, but, I appealed her dictate and she gave in. We may kiss just once, Cully. Only once. May I decide when?"

"Yes, of course."

"Girl said you looked so adorable in your uniform. She was right."

" in' Girl." To-my-self. Like a nightmare again, & again a good one.

She was right, 2 candles. Somebody had made the bed then turned Girl's side down.

"I'll undress you after I've undressed myself. Can you wait, Cully-boy?"

The voice of an angel.

"Yes."

"I'm going to take my pink shoes off, slip out of these black sweat pants, keep my sweatshirt and my pink panties on then slip my pink shoes back on. I'll need you to retie them."

I was lost & I was found.

"Will you do that, Cully-boy, tie them I mean, real tight?"

"Yes, I'll do that, Miss." I could not actually believe she was going to show me her pink panties, but, she was out of those shoes and sweats so quick I was flummoxed. Sure, they were my panties, my pink ones, but, they looked a whole lot better on Miss then they ever did on me.

She pirouetted. "You like?"

"Yes, you're gorgeous."

"Okay, now your turn. Pull my laces, Cully, pull 'em nice & tight."

Somehow she'd gotten those pink tennis shoes back on. I knelt, pulled the laces tight, made a perfect bow on each shoe, then looked up for her approval as she was looking down on me. I thought I might catch her faking it, perhaps, you know, she'd set me up & would pull out a belt at any moment & beat my ass to the aforementioned frazzle, but, no, uh, uh, her countenance expressed nothing but love.

"Yes, Cully-boy, that's perfect. Come here, baby." I obeyed---I raised up.

How could a woman be so mean one day and a few weeks later be so loving?

Miss quickly undressed me right down to my birthday suit.

"You've always wanted this haven't you, Cully?" She held my with both her hands. Her fingers nice & warm.

"Yes." I was a bit tranced.

"How do you want me?"

I went right away: "I want to put your pink tennis shoes over my shoulders. Would that be okay, Miss?"

"Any way you want me is fine, Cully. Girl said so."

She removed her pink panties. "You may have these back now." Then turned, showed me her pink bottom, climbed into their bed and parted her knees, not vulgarly, you see, but, modestly, beautifully.

Not puffy at all. Her downy hair-there-straight & soft, able to hide the charms beneath.

"I'm wet. I'm ready to receive you." Now just a trace of Girl's tone in Miss.

I placed first her right tennis shoe, then her left. The expanse twixt shoulder blades wasn't as pronounced as it was with Tommy, but, having those pink beauties up there like that was everything.

"Do you want me to take off my sweatshirt-or-not?"

"No. But, may I feel them?" I loved asking her permission when I was mighty confident I'd be permitted.

"Yes, you may." See?

And they were: they were cool to the touch, soft & pliable, the nipples stiffened because of the persistent rubbing against that sweat shirt. I wanted to suckle, but, couldn't.

"Hurry, darling, I'm afraid Girl will return before we're finished."

I released her breasts, smoothed the sweat shirt, leaned in & set it to as Tommy had done Girl that first night when he'd had her at his advantage. As the head of his had disturbed Girl's nest prior to intercourse, now my was poised in the exact same portal, nestled gently in the soft fur.

"Do it." I heard Girl, but, saw Miss.

And I did. I got in there in two strokes. In a mirror image of my mentor I left an inch out of her quim, and stroked with what I'd lodged.

"Yes, Cully." All Miss now.

She was wet & ready. She coaxed me with her eyes thru those perfectly clear lenses. I thought perhaps I'd find new restraint with Miss that'd I'd never master with Girl? Uh, uh. I was in trouble from the get-go. But, what did I expect, I hadn't busted a nut in 5 days? If I'd a whacked off that morning I'd a been able to stand the gaffe, but, no, I hadn't expected this. No way. Come home-eat my sub-snag her panties-sniff 'em-beat the meat. Then everything had went haywire.

"Faster. Faster, boy." Miss

I obeyed.

"It's time for our kiss, baby." It was like when Grace Kelly kissed Stewart "Rear Window" in that slow motion special track shot by Hitch .

Just a hint of her tongue, then mine, her lips so soft. My stuff threatened, my sack hard like concrete cement

I tried to steal another.

"Just one kiss, boy, remember?"

She fixed me in her gaze then. I'd wanted to concentrate on the pink tennis shoes, but, they existed only in my peripherals. Her eyes were clear and bright, the whites so white that my spunk started to evacuate my sack. I couldn't stop it. No way.

"Oh, God, Girl, it's here." I only realized I'd used her Christian name after we'd said our farewell a short few minutes on.

I twitched, froze & filled her. 5 days of God only knew what was in there was loosed into Miss. I never thought the pump would run dry.

"Yes. It's yours, darling-boy."

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"We've got just a few minutes left, Cully."

Miss had finished dressing. I watched for a hint of old Miss, or, old Girl, but, loving Miss held fast in the ranks.

"Thank you, Miss. You were wonderful."

"You're welcome, Cully-boy. Just remember though this was a special request granted. The next time I visit will be like all the times before. Understood? You won't fall in love with me, will you, and make it impossible for Miss to do her work? Cully, tell Miss the truth."

What'd I do? I told a bald face lie: "No, I won't fall in love with you. I promise. And I'll be ready for you when you return. I know you spank me for my own good and for Girl's benefit as well." And I did know that. Girl didn't beat me thru the au es of Miss for the heck-of-it. She beat me for a good reason. Could I cite that reason that day, or, any day since? No. But, I knew there had to be a good reason.

"I promise, Miss, you won't regret granting me this special time. I'll do right."

"Thank you, for not falling in love with me. Girl would be upset if you had."

I loved Miss so much, that it broke my heart to lie like that, but, I had nary other choice. To declare my undying love that Friday afternoon would've been sheer madness. I would not have permitted Miss to leave. Girl would've surfaced and God only knows what would have transpired. Tommy was due home in a few hours. On a Friday evening no less! It would've been a cry fest. I'd a cried. Miss would've cried. Girl would've cried. Tommy would've come home, found us crying and lost his mind. He already had a screw loose to begin with. No, I couldn't do that to him. To the girls. Or, to myself. She'd come back, beat my ass and (in love) would turn to something altogether different & live-able (love/hate), yes, that.

"Girl said we could kiss but once, but, there was no limit on hugs we could share. A nice tight one, chest-to-chest. And you may separate me from the earth like you do Girl. Agreed?"

"Agreed."

I set her back upon the earth.

"Now, you go down to the other end and clean up. By the time you're finished I'll be gone & your girl will have returned. And I will see you very soon. Maybe even see your new house guest then, huh?"

"Uh, oh." To-my-self.

"Close you eyes, boy, while I step into the bathroom. Then go. Buh-bye, baby."

I closed my eyes.
I heard the door close.
I gathered my belongings.
I obeyed her dictate.

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