0 comments/ 4655 views/ 3 favorites Xavier By: simplynevaeh Before I even saw you at the metro, my heart started beating like a jackhammer in my chest. You were close. After a few weeks I was finally going to see you again. Touch you. Kiss you. Be owned and destroyed so deliciously. The awareness of that made my whole body pulse. You had told me about your drag king persona, Xavier, in passing. You sent me a video that I watched over and over again of him saying: "So um, I guess you fell asleep before I came back. Damn you're sexy. Can't wait for play-time on Saturday. It's going to be good. You're going to be mine for the taking. They (they being you the way you are usually, your femme self) already told me that you wanted me. Be careful what you wish for baby." You also mentioned Xavier was inherently more of a dominant than you are, and that an inspiration for him was Spike from Buffy. To say I was excited would be a vast understatement. I was enthralled and terrified simultaneously. We were going to be completely alone and I was going to be so vulnerable and soft and all yours. That was when I saw you walking towards me. You were wearing a black button-down rolled up to the elbows, jeans, and black converse. You had a choker of sorts that was a snake, and I failed to notice the skinny belt that was looped around your wrist—my soon to be collar. You were strolling towards me with this sneer, and somehow you were taking up more space than you usually do. Your presence felt bigger somehow, and I was consumed by it. You kissed me immediately, the sweetest of touches, and I wanted you to take me right then. But that wasn't what we had agreed. First we were going sex toy shopping. We weren't going to buy anything per se, but half the fun was looking. We held hands and started walking into town. I could feel you watching me out of the corner of your eye. It was less of a protective look and more a ravenous, dark gaze. I shuddered to think of the unspoken implications behind it. We arrived at the first of the two stores and headed directly to the back. We were searching for collars, because the belt was just a makeshift design. You wanted me to wear a leash and a collar and crawl behind you. I was nearly ecstatic about the idea. We saw many things we wanted—corsets, heels, flogs, blindfolds, riding crops, collars—but alas, they were all too expensive. We decided online shopping would probably be our best option. My mind kept slipping away to the video you sent me over Skype. I could only begin to imagine what being alone with you would entail, all of that unbridled lust and cruelty. I had been very disobedient, and you ensured me I was going to be punished. So far, you gave little away. We stopped in the middle of the sidewalk several times amongst hordes of people so you could kiss me. I could tell you enjoyed that. You liked showing me off. Then we stopped at CVS briefly and in the back of the store you shoved me backwards up against a shelf. I was worried someone was going to see us, and you didn't give a damn. This exhibitionism was thrilling and new for both of us, and you were displaying yet another subtle exercise of control. I was yours, and I was not in any position to be objecting. We grabbed Chipotle and took a cab home. In the backseat, you continued to play with me. You ran your hand along the back of my neck (my ultimate weakness), and knotted your fingers into my hair. You kept watching me and sliding your hand along my thigh, gauging my reaction. You smiled at my visible discomfort. We arrived at my house and ate Chipotle on the porch as the sun set. As soon as we finished eating I tried to straddle you, but you roughly pushed me away. I wasn't allowed to touch you. Not today. We hurried up the stairs to my room and locked the door. You immediately pushed me down onto the bed and climbed on top of me. Your lips began circling along my neck, my collarbone. I reached up to pull your hair but you immediately stopped and glared at me. "No." One syllable and my arms were back obediently at my sides. "Good girl." You said before you continued. I couldn't suppress the moans that escaped my mouth and I could feel you smiling against my skin. I had been looking forward to this all week, and I wanted you everywhere at once. You sat up abruptly. "You're wearing entirely too much clothing." You said as you gazed at me meaningfully. I pulled my dress over my head, and you grinned as you pushed me back down and, taking both of my wrists in one hand held them above my head against the pillows. Your other hand cupped my breast, squeezing and massaging. My breathing hitched. "Yeah?" you asked as you always do when you know I like something. "Yes Sir." I mumbled pathetically. Then you took off my bra and moved so that your lips were on my nipple. You began teething it ever so slightly, caressing my other breast with your hand. I shuddered. Then you moved your leg so it was situated between both of mine and you began vigorously moving it back and forth. My eyes rolled back in my head and I whimpered loudly. I wished that you had a strap on. I wanted you to fuck me so hard I was crying and shaking. I wanted to scream your name. "Turn over, slut." You ordered. I moved so I was across your lap, on my stomach. Then you began spanking me. "You've been very bad you know. That's why I have to punish you." "Yes Sir." I said, trying not to moan. I knew you were right because I loved the pain of it. I enjoyed being humiliated this way, so clearly I deserved it. "It's too bad I don't have a flogger or a riding crop, mmm? Like those ones we saw in the store." You said as you continued spanking. "Yes Sir." When I told you about the strap-on idea, you replied: "I would have to make you get on your knees and suck it for me first." I liked that idea too much. Since you wouldn't actually get any sensation from that, it was purely a power play. Just a gesture to reinforce who is in control; who is the master and who is the slave. And that's what I learned that day. I'm your slave. When you're him, you're not there to be sweet with me. You're not there to spoil me. I'm there to be used and taken any way you like, for however long you want. That's all I'm good for, to be your fuck toy. I'm there to be dehumanized and abused. And that's just the way you like it. Xavier & Yolanda A lot of people define themselves by their job, which is why, when they get fired or a certain job no longer exists, some people self-destruct. Me? I define who I am. Everything else, from institutions to people and places, are temporary. The name is Xavier Champlain, X.C. to my friends, and I'm a young black man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Got a story to share with you. I was born in Cap-Haitien, on the north coast of the island of Haiti, to a Latin mother of Dominican descent, Samira Martinez, and a Haitian father, James Champlain. My folks moved to the U.S. in the 1990s, and I grew up in the City of Brockton, Massachusetts. I never forgot the beautiful island of Haiti, my birthplace. I am and always will be a proud son of Haiti, even if my caramel-hued skin tone, curly black hair and light brown eyes make people question me when I declare my ethnicity. Whatever. After four troublesome years at Brockton Community High School, I wanted out of Brockton. I studied for two years at Bunker Hill Community College, graduating with an Associate's degree in Criminal Justice. I wanted to go to the University of Massachusetts or Bridgewater State University to get my bachelor's degree but fate had other plans for me. One Sunday night, I went to a house party in the south side of Brockton, and danced with the wrong chick, for her man was a real nutcase. Long story short? I got into a fight with this Cape Verdean dude named Paolo, and put him into a coma. A lot of these gang banger types always think they're so tough. Just because I'm a college dude doesn't make me an easy mark. I'm six-foot-two, a bit on the chubby side, and Paolo was taller and more muscular. I still wouldn't back down, though. Paolo came at me and I knocked him out and left. I thought the dude was out cold, but it was more serious than that. The cops never found out I did it, since Brockton folks don't snitch, but his friends and family came after me. My panicked parents sent me to stay in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, with my paternal uncle Louis Champlain until things cooled off. After living in Brockton throughout my formative years, adjusting to life in the City of Ottawa wasn't easy. My passport says American, my face, hair and skin tone say mixed-race, and my heart resoundingly says Haitian. To say that my life is complicated would be the understatement of the century. During my first few months in Ottawa, I missed Brockton sorely. I missed hanging out at Westgate Mall with my buddies Chico and Tyrone. I missed going to Domingas Hair Salon to get my haircut. I missed shopping at PCX, where I used to get everything from T-shirts to sneakers. I missed hanging out in the south side and doing the bump and grind with Creole beauties during the summer festivals. I also missed getting rowdy with punks at the Brockton Fair. Good times, folks. Good times. My old nemesis Paolo came out of his coma, and he swore eternal revenge upon me. Considering this dude is one of the meanest gang leaders in Brockton's tumultuous history, that's a threat that I took seriously. I knew I wouldn't be coming back to Brockton anytime soon, so I decided to adapt to my new digs in the City of Ottawa. The most boring town in the Western Hemisphere just got one pissed-off new resident, folks. I was living it up in Brockton, and I had a scholarship offer from no less than two universities, but I had to give it all up. Fate is a bitch, man. I came to Ottawa in the summer of 2012, and quickly found out just how hard life can be in the great white north for a foreigner. I'm an American guy in the City of Ottawa. That doesn't make me special, even though some people found me cool for that reason alone. I had to apply for a work permit, a social insurance card, a study permit and all that jazz before I could earn a living. My uncle Louis Champlain helped me out somewhat but the dude was going through a messy divorce with his wife Nicole Rutherford, a blonde-haired, plump white chick with cruel blue eyes. I don't know why so many educated black men go for trash white chicks. Now, I've got nothing against interracial relationships. My father is black and my mother is Latin American. What I'm saying is that a man like my uncle Louis, who has an MBA from the University of Windsor, could have done better than Nicole. Seriously, my uncle Louis works for the Pythian Corporation while Nicole never even went to college. This broad is a manager at a Starbucks. Oh, and she won't let him see their daughter Allison. I feel bad for my uncle because he chose poorly, now he's paying the price. I disliked my 'aunt' Nicole on sight because the bitch likes to put on airs, and she often criticizes my uncle's accomplishments. If a chick does that to me, I'm telling her to get to stepping. Unfortunately, my uncle has acquired the Canadian Niceness Syndrome. Me? I'm an American. I have natural immunity! The judge presiding over my uncle Louis divorce case awarded Nicole their Barrhaven townhouse, along with joint custody of their daughter Allison. That means that I was shit out of luck and needed a place to stay. I had just gotten my work permit in the mail, and after applying for a study permit, I wrote to Bunker Hill Community College and asked them to forward my transcripts to Carleton University, a Canadian school I am interested in attending. I went to the local Loblaw's and applied for a job, and soon found myself in the lofty position of shelf stocker for eleven bucks per hour. I looked on the Kijiji website and found a room rental in the east end, in the Vanier area, for four hundred bucks a month. Since I was on the verge of being homeless, I took the place even though it was in a really shabby neighborhood. I told myself I was only staying there until I made more money and saved up for a better place. Yeah, I had a lot to learn about life and necessities, folks. Everything in Canada is so damn complicated, man. I wanted to study at Carleton University, whose criminology program is ranked among the best in North America. I checked online. I had to enroll on the Ontario Universities Application Center website in order to set up a file, pay a huge processing fee, and have my old school in the States send my transcripts to Carleton University. Canadians are uptight about the rules, man. Finally, I got accepted at Carleton University as an international student, and was told that I could start in September. I had been in Canada since July. The school was charging me more than double what they charged Canadian students, so I could only take two classes during that first semester, on account of my being broke and all. Seriously, with what I make at Loblaw's, I can barely get by. I lamented the loss of my scholarships at two of Massachusetts premium universities. Fate can be so cruel, folks. A man's job or circumstances don't define him, that's something my father is fond of saying. When I told Pops about my difficulties in Canada, he told me it would build my character. Whatever. When September 2012 came, I went to Carleton University with a big smile on my face. I would study there for a couple of years, get my bachelor's degree and return to Boston, where I intended to go to Suffolk University's School of Law. Life is what happens while you're making plans, as has often been said. Life definitely had a lot in store for me. On my first day at Carleton, I met the woman destined to change my life forever. Yolanda Akkad, a tall, bronze-skinned, black-haired and brown-eyed cutie from the City of Jableh, Syria. Now, I've seen a lot of cute gals of all colors in the environs of Boston and we've got them all. Jamaican. Haitian. Irish. Italian. Greek. Cape Verdean. You name it, we've got. I've dated my fair share of cuties. Still, Arab cuties like Yolanda Akkad were outside my experience. When I saw Yolanda walk out of the campus bookstore and strut up the stairs in the university center building, I followed her as if entranced. I caught up with the tall, shapely Arab gal in the Atrium, and asked her if she knew where the engineering building was. Now, I'm a criminology student, but engineering is the first thing that popped into my mind. Yolanda smiled at me and told me she was in engineering, and I smiled, mesmerized by that angelic smile. I was still grinning when Yolanda noticed my accent, and asked me where I came from, that proverbial Canadian question. Looking into Yolanda's golden brown eyes, I proudly told her that I am a proud son of Boston. Smiling, Yolanda offered to walk through to the engineering building, the place she called her "second home". Damn, I had barely met the gal and she was already walking around with me. Some Arab dudes walking by looked at us but I didn't care. I'm from Brockton, revolver and switchblade city, where there's a violent murder every weekend, so the local guys don't faze me. Yolanda walked me to the Minto building, and along the way I found out a bit about her. Yolanda Akkad was a relative newcomer to Ontario, Canada. Indeed, the pretty Syrian gal moved here with her family in the summer of 2010. Later, Yolanda told me that her and her family were Christian refugees, fleeing persecution from the Islamist radicals that plagued Syria and much of the Middle East. For some reason, I found that appealing. In a way, I am a refugee in Canada. I fled America because of radical Cape Verdean motherfuckers who want to murder me for beating one of their toughest gangsters into a coma. When I told Yolanda that, she slapped my arm. Yolanda's lovely eyes flashed with anger, and I smiled sheepishly. Leaving at the door of the Minto building, she left in a huff. I watched Yolanda's gorgeous, thick ass as she walked away and smiled. Damn I wanted some of that! The next day, I went looking for Little Miss Arabia. After scouring the various science buildings on campus, I spotted Yolanda at the Azrieli building. I've always found opportunity in disaster, so I apologized to Yolanda and offered to buy her coffee to show my sincerity. Transparent ploy, I know, but Yolanda bought it! That's how it all began, folks. I took Yolanda Akkad to the Starbucks located in the university center building, and we sat together and talked about things. I asked her a lot of questions, and Yolanda found that annoying but I always used my American foreigner card as an excuse. Yolanda was lovely, and smart too. I'm talking about book smart and life smart, folks. Can you say total package? Yolanda Akkad of Jableh, Syria, was something else. The gal was tall, at least five-foot-ten, with a curvy body and one hell of an ass, and I couldn't believe that she was single. I inquired about that, and Yolanda told me her ex, a Muslim dude named Saleh, tried to pressure her into converting and she dumped his ass. Well, ladies and gentlemen, Saleh's loss is my incredible again. I am an insatiable opportunist and I always go for what I want. I asked Yolanda for her digits, because, I, ahem, might need a study buddy and she was a smarty pants, and she actually gave it to me. After coffee, I walked Yolanda Akkad to her next class, and got ready for my first class, a third-year criminology course. I showed up on the first day of school even though I didn't have class because I always show up on campus on the first day of school. I want to see who's around, and what people are into. Get a feel for the local culture, and the lay of the land. Good thing I performed this bit of recon at Carleton because it allowed me to meet Yolanda. I want that gal something fierce. Of course, Yolanda has been through some pain, so I'll have to proceed with caution. No worries, folks. I'll definitely help Yolanda forget what's-his-face. Word up. Xavier Drifts CHAPTER 1 Odors of decay, cooking smells and rotting refuse added to the usual neighborhood atmosphere of noisy vehicles, street kids yelling at play and women screaming while being wacked in outbreaks of domestic violence as broad-shouldered Xavier Hall (27) slammed the cab door shut and he grunted, "Airport." "Lovely night for flying," yawned the cabbie, scratching a cut ear that perhaps his wife or mistress had chewed. Observing the full moon rising, Xavier said inventively, "Many airplane crashes occur on moonlight nights, at least 10% of them." The cabbie popped a pill and checked the mirror and pulled out on to the clear roadway. He must have been thinking about not flying on moonlit nights because he remained silent for some time and that suited the disgraced Xavier, wearing the air travel male uniform of sneakers, blue jeans, t-shirt and ill-fitting jacket. Arriving home three hours later, eleven months since his last visit, the lean and green-eyed Xavier noticed his waiting mother before she saw him and thought nice tits and her tum was reasonably trim. Still a gym bunny eh? Licking her lips, blonde and tanned Muriel Hall waited nervously hoping no one would recognize her son who'd been on network television twice in two days, the first being identified on a security camera at the opening of a new State Government building yelling at the Governor's wife as she was about to cut to ribbon, "Show us your tits." Next evening her son's image was screened again and the newsreader said that Xavier Hall, who'd shocked dignitaries at the opening of the new Treasury Building the previous day for shouting disgracefully at the Governor's wife, had been fired from his job as an internal auditor at the Treasury. Because of her son's sudden notoriety, Muriel worried about being asked to resign as president of the Floral Art Society. Xavier pinched his mom's butt and shouted, "Hi mom." She jumped high in fright and half-rolled an ankle when landing. "Jesus," she shouted and people around them moved back a bit. Dressed smartly in blue but wearing too much make-up Muriel said, "You scared me." Xavier grinned and slapped her shoulder and said she'd forgotten how to play. "You had your hand halfway up my butt," she exaggerated. People edged farther away. Xavier half-embraced his mom and kissed her deeply and squeezed her left breast. "Oh I've missed you so," she said as if welcoming home a military guy from overseas deployment. The people around them relaxed. As they walked with a trolley piled high in the parking lot towards the blue Fiesta, Xavier said, "Is dad still fucking his office assistant or has he come back to you?" "Probably a bit of both I should think," Muriel said, sounding half satisfied. "Beth's been in big trouble at college for assaulting another freshman." "Was the other girl hurt?" "There was no other girl; the person she walloped for attempting to have sex with her was male. He lost a tooth, suffered a black eye and a broke his thumb when attempting to block her head-butt. It's your fault; you taught her to fight rough." Xavier sighed, at last knowing why he was prone to bad behavior: he came from a dysfunctional family. He opened the car door for his mom and stood in the right spot when she sat to get a good look right up to the flesh above her stocking tops. He now felt horny. Xavier loaded his stuff into the Ford and pushed the trolley away. A screaming woman ran up to stop it hitting her car and the bad-tempered bitch annoyed him by alleging he was a moron. Xavier thought the airport authority should take more care about who they let on to their property. "Is dad back to twanging his guitar yet?" "No it will be another month or two before Felix once again triumphs over this return of depression of never making it as a professional musician. Drive nicely darling, this is mommy's new car." Felix had grown up as a boy listening to his father's collection of bandleader Glen Miller and Xavier Cugat recordings. He learned to play the guitar, violin and drums in the hope of joining a band and eventually taking over as leader but not to be. Early on it became apparent Felix lacked the real talent to make it in music and his father insisted Felix study to join him. But Felix didn't make it through the first year at college because of lost interest in becoming an attorney. He became chief supervisor of the city council's vehicle fleet and the money from that allowed Felix to give his wife a new car every year or so and the same source of money had financed musically untalented Xavier to gain a master of accountancy at a highly rated business college. Xavier unpacked in his old bedroom and went out and his mom poured coffee and running her hand through his curly brown hair said he needed a haircut. "Mom you'll have to help me find a girl otherwise I'll have to try you because I'm horny." "You can go to a whore house." "But you told me never to go to a whore house. Then if you are not interested it will have to be Beth." "No you leave Beth alone. She's still unsure about her sexual preference. I'll make some calls." Muriel grabbed her phone and took her coffee out on to the terrace while Xavier stared moodily at the wall in front of him and wondered if his mom was any good at sex. It would appear his father didn't think so. Just as Xavier was thinking about going off to masturbate, his mom returned smiling. Janet Clement and Fay Hogan said they didn't want their daughters anywhere near you. They'd seen you on TV." "I've never been on TV that I know of?" Muriel scowled and said if he didn't spent his nights jerking off watching Internet porn he would watch TV and would have seen himself nationally disgraced. "But Marg Mason said you were just a young guy letting off steam and so she'll send Nevada over; she'd probably on her way now." "What the hell does she mean letting off steam?" "Oh you know how women go on. She giggled and said she wouldn't mind showing you her tits. God she was a slut at school and remains a slut." "Mom are you trying to tell me you know about me being caught acting up a bit?" "Yes dear, it was shown on network TV and then next night some of that film was repeated when TV announced you had been fired for bringing the State Government into disrepute by disgraceful behavior as one of its employees." "Oh fuck, so people around here will know?" "Yes unfortunately dear. You might have to leave the country to get a job." "Um so that's why Mrs Mason was talking about showing me her tits." "Yes." "Show me your tits mom." "No Xavier and stop being so revolting by asking me to do that." "Aw come on mom." "No... oh there's a car door slamming. Let's talk about this later." "There's no deferral on this mom unless you promise to show me your tits later." "Oh here comes Nevada." "Mom?" "All right I agree." Nevada entered the kitchen as she'd done as a plump teenager during her high school years. But now the shape and beauty of Nevada made Xavier's heart lose a beat and his hand fell on to his stirring dick. But it was all for naught. He couldn't hold a conversation with her because most of the people she wished to talk to him about he didn't know, he showed no interest about her job as a pharmacist's assistant and when he tried it on she said she wasn't interested because she'd over-indulged in sex the previous night and her mom had told her too much sex wasn't good for a woman's body. Nevada depressed Xavier even more when she said most of the guys he used to hang out with were either married, had left the city or were in a relationship with another guy or were in jail. She sounded so plausible that he thought it was reasonable to believe her. Xavier thought well when his sister arrived home he'd hit on her but his mom obviously guessed his thinking because she coughed and said, "Darling I was attempting to keep this from you and it distresses me to tell you but you sister has become gay." "Jesus," snarled her son. "It seems the world is stacking up against me." Muriel hugged him and sobbed, "I know Xavier and it's tough for me too being amidst such a dysfunctional family." Xavier hugged his mom and that act of love (or was it pity?) weakened her resistance. A minute later she left him and returned and said, "Here roll this on" and climbed on to the bed beside him and spread her legs. For seven weeks, once most mornings and again most late afternoons before his father and sister arrived home, Xavier plowed his mom until Muriel wept and said he must leave home before she lost her last vestiges of self-respect. That puzzled Xavier because in his view his mom should have been gaining self-respect in being banged regularly as most females required. He decided she must have abnormalities of chromosome number or structure. Xavier left in the early hours, not saying goodbye or thanks or even leaving a note. When finding him gone in the morning, Muriel sighed and only half-believed she'd done the right thing by urging him to move on. A truckie stopped to pick up Xavier on the highway out of the city. Xavier had been thumbing a ride for more than two hours. An hour later the driver dropped him off at crossroads because he was turning to go south whereas Xavier was heading east. Less than an hour later a guy chewing a piece of toast stopped and asked, "Where to son?" "East." "Hop aboard." "Thanks sir, you are very kind," Xavier said thankfully. "I'm Alan Withers and renovate homes with a small team of guys." "Sounds interesting, I'm Xavier Hall." "Oh Mr Cugat's grandson?" Alan laughed. "If you're looking for work I ask can you paint, plaster, tile, or are qualified to do plumbing, electrical or drainage work or are a roofer?" "Nah sorry I trained and worked in accountancy." "Oh lordy, then would you stay a couple of days and assist my wife Susan who's in a real mess with my books that she prepares for the accountancy firm we use that charges like a wounded bull?" "Sure." "Then come to work today and do small jobs for us at fifteen bucks an hour. Then tonight I take you home to stay for us until you manage to get Susan sorted. Actually she'd quite a bit younger than me and she might like you to sort her in other ways." Xavier laughed along with Alan, knowing that was supposed to be an indelicate joke. The seven guys were already at work when Alan arrived with Xavier. They were extending the front porch around to the sunny side of the house and converting the fourth bedroom into a media room and attaching permanent interior lining over the two sets of windows and upgrading the wiring and installing a new satellite dish. Although Alan was the boss, a guy called Mick appeared to order everyone around while Alan checked on their work and ordered in material and even went off to pick up supplies. Mick appeared not to want Xavier there and dubbed him X-ray. That initially offended Xavier but he learned Mick was actually Michael, Al was Alan, Brew was Brewster, Pee was Peter, Andy was Philip Anderson, Cough was Ernesto who coughed a lot and on it went. X-ray swept the floor as Mick asked and then was abused for making dust. He was called outside to pick up off-cuts of lumber and toss them into the bin and barrowed away dirt from around the holes drilled for new piles to be set in concrete. However the disrespect for the new guy turned 360 when Mick's wife Jill arrived with bagels and machine-made coffee for the guys for their mid-morning break. Mick introduced X-ray as Xavier to her. Skinny blonde Jill's eyes widened and placing the bags she was carrying on the front porch she pulled up her top and showed X-ray her braless puppies. "Jill, what the hell," Mick yelled. "He's the guy who yelled to that Governor's wife to show her tits that you guys went on and on about the next day after seeing it on TV." The guys looked at X-ray in awe and for the rest of the day treated him like a celebrity. Jill sat close to X-ray on the porch after finding a spare paper cup for him and they were closely watched by Mick who appeared ready for a fight but X-ray made sure his hands were always in view. On the drive home Alan said, "On jobs we've had a client's maid and even the wife of a client strip off for us and waggle their ass and tits but never have I seen the boys so stunned as today when Jill unmasked you. Oh boy, that really was something and even Mick treated you like Mr Big." "My mom was so ashamed of me..." "Bullshit, she just knew that was how mothers were expected to act. I hope you don't mind me saying this but I bet she felt the urge to show her pair to you." Xavier turned his guilty look to the side window. "I called Susan to tell her about you and how the boys were stunned. I did that to avoid her embarrassing me if she recognized you and greeted you by exposing her breasts. She thought it was a real scream and said yes the newsreader on TV said the next night you had been fired as an accounting auditor. Don't be surprised if Susan hits on you when I'm at work." "Alan please let me off on a busier route than this and I'll thumb a ride onwards." "No way, Susan would kill me if I didn't bring you home to straighten out the mess she's in as a result of cancelled work on uncompleted contracts, outstanding bills and lost invoices and then we owned almost ten thousand bucks to a supplier who went bust and disappeared and now an accountancy firm is demanding those payments and we've received a letter from the IRS about several things." "But those matters are routine and..." "Susan is my new wife. She worked as a hairdresser before becoming my untrained bookkeeper." "Oh right. I'll set up systems for her and how to receive and create auditing trails, whether on paper or computerized." "Susan is not very good with the computer." "Oh then is she the right person for this?" "Susan is attempting to demonstrate her worth. She still works as a hairdresser in her former salon, working by appointment only and has retained most of her former clientele." "You had your hair done at a hair salon?" "Um yes," Alan said glancing out of a side window. "My um curls that women find so attractive don't um form naturally." Xavier managed to avoid laughing, or rather avoid laughing raucously. "This is it," Alan said proudly as they turned into a classic American country style home. "The boys and I completed this two years ago. We brought in big trees and now it looks as if our house was here before the surrounding more modern style houses were built." "I sure looks great, a credit to you in good taste," Xavier said, sounding convincing, because as far as he was concerned it was the best house in view... so solid, so elegant. "It looks so solid, so stylish and yet so elegant," he said, and Alan sniffed and said thanks. A pretty woman with short-cut hair and smallish breasts and very long legs exposed by a short dress, came out on to the entrance and waved to them. "And that's not the only thing stylish and elegant around here." Alan smiled and said, "You have a very smooth tongue young fella. You can guess I'm so proud of her." Because of what Alan had just said, Xavier decided he'd not have sex with Susan. It would seem so wrong. "Huh? Was that really him thinking? Well perhaps at last he was mixing with the right kind of people. Xavier stayed a week with Alan and Susan. Susan rescheduled appointments with her clients at the salon for the next two days so she could concentrate on Xavier teaching her the rudiments of bookkeeping. He found she was very bright and readily understood his explanations. She could type, having trained in word processing. Each night for three hours after dinner, Xavier taught Susan computer skills and the worked on the elementary accounting program already installed on the computer and by the time he was ready to leave, Susan was doing everything on computer. He did ask to see her tits. Before beginning work on their second afternoon together, Xavier stared at her and she said what? "Show me your tits." She hesitated and colored and he smiled encouragingly. Susan reached behind and undid her bra and then pulled up her top and bra in one movement and held that position until Xavier, thinking about having his mouth snorting between those two cuties, said thanks she could dress. "Is that all? Um you don't want to do anything else with me?" "Yes that's all and it was a magnificent sight. I'm so proud to know you." She colored hugely and fiddled as Xavier said, "Well first we must review what we went through yesterday." On the third day he went in to the salon and met Susan's former partner, May-Anne, who's purchased Susan's share of the business. "We have a clumsy system of bookkeeping," May-Anne said. "I'll pay you one-forty bucks an hour to sort things out. We pay our accountancy firm that amount." "That's good money. You could pay me less." "No you do a good job and I'll pay that and show you my tits." "Eh?" "Susan has been talking to me about you, naughty boy. Take a comprehensive approach and improve and streamline everything you can and that will remove an after-hours workload off me." Xavier worked seven hours over two days from midday, starting from the desk where payments were recorded and working through to the final production of the computer disk and all the accompanying paperwork for sending to the accountancy firm. May-Anne, who was in her early forties and not so refined as Susan, received her final briefing of the altered systems and when that was finished went to the office door and locked it. She bent over her desk and pulling up the back of her skirt said, "Come on." "Just show me your tits." "We can do that afterwards. There's a condom by my left hand." Xavier joked to himself why would she want a condom rolled on to her left hand but he rolled it on and then attended to May-Anne plunging his more-than ready erection between the milky white backs of her thighs and she caught it and guided between her leaking pussy lips. After the banging and still panting she turned and uncovered her tits and pulled his head down into the firm 34-somethings and then got screwed again when he'd finished licking and sucking. "Aw finished have we?" she said, looking a bit weary herself. "I should keep you here as my office boy." She locked up before driving off to drop Xavier at Susan's home. "You could make a successful career out of being a gigolo darling," May-Anne said, kissing him goodbye. "Thanks Xavier, I feel really fucked." After breakfast next morning, Susan gave Xavier a tearful farewell and she thanked him for being so patient teaching her bookkeeping systems and processes. Alan stopped to let Xavier off on the side of the busy country highway he'd began his journey on when leaving his home town. Xavier had decided to continue hitching rides although he now had a wad of money in his back pocket. "All the best Xavier and take care. Look us up sometime, do you hear?" "Yeah pal and thanks for humanizing me a bit. You and Susan are a great couple and your team of guys are not too bad either, a loyal bunch. Tell Susan you two have added a good little chapter to the story of my life and I'm grateful for it." Alan drove off and vehicles whizzed by, a couple of drivers tooted at Xavier but didn't stop. Finally a guy in early 1990s long-bed GMC Sierra 1500 loaded with sawn firewood stopped, rolled down the passenger window and yelled, "Where are you heading son?" "East sir." "The hop in and we'll give you a bed for the night. I'm Chuck Small. Do you know where you are?" "Yes Mr Small. Where I was dropped was just outside North Platte, Nebraska." Xavier Drifts "That's right son," said the wiry lined-faced guy of sixty-plus who looked like a rancher or ex-rancher to Xavier. "You can call me Chuck." "Chuck my name is Xavier Hall." "Now what kind of name is that?" "The name Hall is quite common throughout most of America." Chuck laughed and he said he already liked young Mr Hall. "Try saying Xavier." "Xavier." "Spot on. You're a quick learner Chuck." "I bet you $10 you don't know where you're going." "I'm sorry Chuck but I can't accept that wager." Chuck apologized and said he meant no offence to a religious man. "No Chuck, it's not that. I have no idea where I should be going." "In that case should you have left home or your last place of sanctuary?" Xavier said vaguely it was easy to be wise after the event and Chuck appeared to accept that. "If you're short of money I could give you some." "That is a generous offer but I have money." "Then what?" "I have no idea." "Then settle down young man. That's enough interrogation. I live with my unmarried daughter just outside Omaha, Nebraska, a little over four hours away. What do you think of the old girl?" "You mean the GMC?" "Yes son, my wife died almost four years ago. * * * Early afternoon they came to the few acres just outside a small town. Chuck said, "I couldn't live in the town so bought a few acres. I've just been visiting my son who purchased my former ranch and we cut firewood for me and Liz for the winter. Although winter is five months away before it begins to bite I'll truck another load in before then and we'll not run short of wood to burn. Are you one of these Greenies who denounce anyone who burns solid fuel or petroleum based fuels?" "Nah and if the wood is dried properly what is there to really complain about? I'll open the gate." "Yeah and thanks. You have good understanding." Xavier climbed back into the pickup and said, "It would appear no one is home unless she's asleep." "No she's done into Omaha to get a price on how much it will cost to have her financial affairs property sorted. The IRS says she owed them a wad of money based on its estimation of her income over the past two years." "Well no one wants to stand accused by the IRS but they do yield in the face of facts." "Is that so? Well that's news to me Xavier." "May I ask why do you choose to live here rather than with your son?" "We used to have tenants in this house. My mother used to live here after my dad died because her mother and husband built this house on twenty acres for their retirement. Dad and I didn't get along too well so I went off and purchased my own land and had my back almost broken by debt for the first ten years before we struck a run of good prices and not too much adverse weather. They sold the 5000 acres of land that extended out from here and then dad paid off my loan. They died eventually, mom being the last to go, and we put tenants into this house. Liz married and that turned to crap so she came home to the ranch to live after her husband shot himself. My son and she quarreled a lot and I was caught between the two of them and so I terminated the tenancy and brought Liz here to live with me. She writes novels and had two successful ones and then three duds. "I see. Did you charge her rent?" "Yes or really a share of total living costs for the first three years but not for the last two because of her first failure with a book." "Ah I suspect I can see the problem. At no time were receipts issued and she claimed living expenses directly connected with supporting her business of writing. Then one day the IRS said could they please have copies of receipts relating to tax rebate claims for the past five years. She had a paper trail of earnings for that period but no receipts and the IRS said she had falsified her claims." "Gee either you are very smart or the IRS told you about us?" "No but I'm aware that other people have been caught by the IRS conducting a personal review and some of those people under investigation had acted innocently but found themselves up a creek without a paddle because they lacked supporting evidence justifying their claims." "Yeah well that sounds like Liz. I call it caught between a rock and a hard place. Do you wish to help me unload this wood?" "Of course and I was about to offer. Lead the way and get me started and then you prepare us a sandwich and coffee and I'll finish," Xavier said as Chuck drove around to the back of the small house. Xavier had come out of the shower and had dried himself and was dressing when he heard a woman shout, "Dad do you know what those motherfuckers want to work on my accounts and to write a submission to the IRS... one hundred and sixty bucks an hour. That's fucking extortion." He then heard Chuck say quietly, "Liz you might like to modify your language a bit. I picked up a hitchhiker and he's in the bathroom." "Oh god. Sorry dad." "It's okay, he's not a Bible-basher from what I can make out. He's a very likeable guy actually, about your age." Xavier strained and just caught her whisper, "Is he sexy?" Chuck laughed and said he didn't think she'd be able to keep her eyes off him. Xavier entered the room and saw the attractive young woman and said, "Who are the motherfuckers?" She blushed hugely, opened her mouth and the only word was emitted was a squawked "I..." "Xavier Hall this is my daughter who has reverted to her maiden name of Liz Small." "Oh hi Liz, pleased to meet you. I'm under the impression Chuck is very proud of you, bad language notwithstanding." He walked in close and held out his hand. She shook it and said, "I'm pleased to meet you Xavier. I must have disgusted you with my..." "Nonsense. God I've dated some women whose language could curl the toes of lesser mortals." "You are so kind." "Not so Liz, a kind guy would have come from the bathroom and pretended he'd not heard you blowing off steam. I like your father and I guess I'm going to like you and I don't mind if you use strong language. Do you two realize this is Liz's lucky day?" "No," said Liz whereas Chuck said, "This better be good otherwise you'll make a fool of yourself." "If you guys allow me to stay here for a few days as your guest, with meals provided, I'll work with Liz to get her financial affairs sorted. I'm a fully qualified profession accountant with CIA status which means Certified Internal Auditor and CMA which means a Certified Management Accountant. I'm not sure of my status in this State but I'm sure the IRS will recognize my status." "Is this true?" "Yes Chuck. I can direct you to a website where my professional qualifications are listed." "Well I be darned. But Xavier I did tell you Liz lacks receipts." "Liz your dad mentioned where you were today and why and I questioned him further. First I need to sit down with you and go through everything, starting with your good years of income and then the two years where presumably your income was down hugely but you kept on working, presumably with your manuscripts being rejected and yet your work-related expenses remained the same. I then will have to decided what claims for deduction were legitimate although not receipted and with no other paper trail available, and then go through the payments you made to your father not receipted and he then will make a sworn affidavit to your attorney that the report I compile relating to his involvement in your upkeep is true and correct." "My father talks too much," Liz scowled but she then said she needed all the help she could get to ensure her legitimate claims stood firm in this audit with the IRS accepting at least some of the submissions. "Yes and your submissions ought to make a better impression with my help. What I can't understand is why you didn't continue logging your expenses." "I just got lazy. You want to try working in this environment when dad is away half the time out helping people and see what happens to your motivation in respect of routine matters, although creatively I appear to revel in this environment. If dad says you can stay to help me and the only expense will be to wine and dine you, then yes I'd welcome that." After dinner Liz made up a bed for Xavier on the living room couch. He'd been hoping she'd invite him to sleep with her because she looked a good target for sex. Perhaps he could sneak in to her bed in the early hours. But that intention was dashed when her father said quietly to Xavier perhaps he should mention Liz was gay. Xavier sighed. However all was not lost. After a five-hour working session next morning from 7:30, Xavier said that was enough for that day. "We've made great progress sorting out the mess. I need to go to Omaha to buy you a piece of business software useful for record-making for tax purposes. You have a scanner so can scan receipts and any relevant documents into the document you are working on." "Well do that while you go somewhere for lunch. My girlfriend's younger sister will be here shortly to drop off Susie and to take you for lunch and to show you around Omaha. Her name is Carol. Carol was bright and talkative. Her older sister had mouth-watering boobs but it would appear Liz had first option on those and that was such a pity. During lunch Carol said, "Are you aware Liz won't let you get your hands on her?" "Yeah, her dad mentioned that to me. What about you, are you interest in getting my hands around you." "Didn't Liz say that's the reason why I'm on hosting duty with you while they eat and then disappear all afternoon?" "No." Carol waited for Xavier to say something but he was thinking about what she'd said. "Does you silence mean you don't do it?" The sudden eruption of his big leer gave her the answer and she became excited. Three days later Xavier hit the road again, inviting Carol to accompany him but she declined, saying she still hoped to hook up with a local guy of substance, monetary substance. Xavier was aware he was connecting with people, nice people, but he had hoped when hitting the road for adventure it would result in something big. But that had not been the case. Three days later he arrived in Columbus, Ohio, after hitching a ride in a truck hauling tanned deer skins to New York to be processed into jackets and women's handbags. "I can drop you here or on the edge of Downtown or you can come with me for coffee at my sister's place. I called her at the gas stop a ways back and she's home. "Coffee sounds good." As they parked on the street Al said, "Be careful how you speak to her. Eva was divorced last year and is still a bit on edge if anyone talks about marriage or divorce." Eva was a tall and well-stacked brunette, quite pretty, just on the right side of thirty, Xavier thought. Older brother Al kissed his sister and they hugged tightly and Al introduced Xavier and Eva greeted him warmly. Eva chatted to them both and she asked them if they wanted more coffee, Xavier said yes and Al said no. "I think I'll push on for another couple of hours," Al said. "You have your coffee buddy. Eva will look after you?" Eva said sure. That was okay with Xavier because he was warming to Eva and she'd looked at him a couple of times. The guys shook hands and Xavier went out to the sidewalk and waved Al off. He returned inside and said, "I like your brother. He has a good manner and loves been on the highway, I mean he really loves it." "Yes he does and he told me you are okay and suggested I invite you to stay but..." "That would be nice." "I was going to say you could stay at my ex-mother's motel. She'd cut the room rate for you." "What's wrong with me staying here? You look as if you need company. I won't hit on you if that's what you are worried about?" "Well I guess that would be all right... oh but what about the neighbors?" "What about them?" Eva laughed and said well she'd forget about the neighbors. "What do you do Eva?" "I work at the motel as receptionist from 6:00 am to 2:00." Xavier guessed that's where she'd met her ex-husband. "And what about you, what do you do?" "I was an auditor out west but was fired for public misconduct as a state official, bringing state administration into disrepute. "Oh my goodness, were you doing it with a woman in the City Square in daylight?" Xavier laughed and thought well she wasn't shy. "No when the Governor's wife was about to cut the ribbon and declare our new building open, I had a brain convulsion or something and I yelled out, "Show us your tits." "Omigod, to the Governor's wife? It's a wonder you weren't arrested." "The cops dragged me away and took me to the station where I remained in an interview room until the ceremony concluded. I was given a big lecture by a captain and was told they had been asked not to arrest me because it would only add to the embarrassment of the Governor's wife. He told me to fuck off and suggested I leave the city. Well I did because when I returned to my new office the chief administration officer walked in with my department head and fired me." "But Xavier, why did you call out like that?" "I had a rush of blood to the head I guess and I like good-looking breasts. You have two beauties." "Xavier!" "What? You should be proud of them." "It's okay, no one heard you say that to me and I guess I am pleased at the way they look compared with many other women." Xavier said, "Do you see a lot of bared tits?" "I mean women I work with and see on the street." "May I touch them?" "Yes but gently... oh god, no you can't." Xavier said, "I'm sorry. I better leave." For a few seconds Xavier thought Eva would say please stay. She didn't but for a few moments it appeared very promising. "Very well you may touch. I have to admit I was rather flattered when you admired them. Since the lead up to the divorce..." "I don't need to know. I must have been hell." "Yes and it must be almost a year since I was last touched in a sexy way." "Do you miss having sex?" "Yes." He smiled and said it was tough and she said yes. Eva sat waiting expectedly and finally said, "Don't you wish to touch me now?" "Oh sure," he said, adding he wasn't sure about how she now felt talking about her marriage. "Pull one out for me and let my suck it." Eva looked horrified and she shrunk away from him. "I'm going off to get ready," she said. "You can stay at the motel tonight. My god, your behavior is appalling." Xavier felt bad being scolded like that and he had to admit he did lose it at times. "Perhaps I should go," he offered. "Yes," she said without hesitation. "I'll call a cab for you now" She did that and then went off to get ready to go to her mother's motel for dinner... presumably rather relieved she would be going without him. Xavier slunk out to the front door, put on his backpack and, slung his laptop strap over a shoulder and grabbed his soft carry bag. He shut the door quietly and waited on the sidewalk for the cab. Xavier felt the need to make a clean break and told the cab driver he wanted to go to the airport. "The call was logged to take you Downtown." "That was a mistake. Take me to the airport please." Xavier looked at the scheduled outgoing flights for the next two yours and only then realized that Columbus was quite a hub for flights. He decided on a flight to Houston, due to leave in seventy minutes and secured a seat on the direct flight. CHAPTER 2 It was still daylight when Xavier arrived in Houston and was pleased from his window seat to see what the place looked like from the air and indeed what the flight path through Texas looked like, not having been south of Kansas until today. Later in a bar across from the hotel, having a beer or two before dinner, Xavier ignored the pinched-faced blonde on a barstool just along from him, staring at him with her legs crossed. The upper leg flicking up and down to remind him of the sex act and at one stage he saw her pull her short skirt even higher but Xavier Hall, determined to reform his life and become less objectionable and so ignored the bored huntress. Chewing over a steak later, Xavier thought to reform he'd have to make big changes rather than minor adjustments. He reasoned the most difficult change would be to look at the faces of women to assess the warmth of their smile instead looking at their tits, er breasts and picture what it would be like to slobber over them. Oh the pain that would accompany that withdrawal; it could be as bad as giving up smoking or popping pills. Perhaps worse. He groaned. "Is your meal okay sir?" asked a frowning waitress with great... um with her smile hidden under the frown but her nose looked cute. "The steak is perfect thank you. All is well. It's just twelve months tonight since my wife announced she was divorcing me," he lied. "Oh my poor man. Look I get off in ninety minutes. Perhaps we could..." Almost groaning in pain, Xavier said, "No thank you miss. I've turned gay." That worked a peach but Xavier was cross with himself. He'd just lied twice to manipulate a woman. Now a nice guy wouldn't even think of doing that. Well he'd not expected this move to reform his character would be easy. Xavier decided two things he should work on immediately were to generate an appropriate and meaningful level of humility and to develop a genuine level of interest in other people that could be termed citizenship. Yes he had to cast aside his lone wolf way of living. Did that mean associating only with females who were seriously religious with chests as flat as his and had a Mona Lisa smile and indulged in sex only to become pregnant? Xavier's brain went hysterically in overdrive and delivered the message that would be undesirable excessive reformation. He smiled, immensely relieved. Loitering over coffee, Xavier thought the way to go would be to immerse into a small peer group and be influenced by their ways of bonding and delivering mutual respect for one another. The problem he saw with that was did he have any chance of bonding with such a group of goodies or, being what he was, would he end up in the company of a bunch of misfits? He had no idea. The couple in the next room banging away and moaning endlessly kept Xavier awake for at least an hour before he drifted off thinking some guys had all the luck. When he returned from breakfast next morning, two thirty-somethings who looked very much like sisters emerged from that room, looking rather worse for wear, and murmured a reply when he offered a bright greeting. He unlocked the door grinning and thinking well at least those two looked weary for the right reason. Where they flat-chested and religious-looking? He had no idea; in his new assessment mode he'd looked at their faces for smiles and signs of intelligence! Xavier gathered the memory stick containing his CV and photocopies of his professional qualifications. At the recruitment agency, he found Texas was almost as short of accountants as some parts of it were traditionally short of water. After Xavier registered a consultant eventually emerged to wheel him in. She had a lovely smile and her expression indicated the probability of intelligence. She looked at his benign face and scanned his CV when it loaded on to her computer and must had thought he needed to be switched on because she played with the top of her the neckline of the low-cut dress and that had Xavier looking below her fingers at two rather nice puppies. "You are the man I want," she cooed. Xavier looked at the desktop and confirmed it wasn't cluttered so would be good for office sex. "We have clients screaming for accountants." Huh? Oh was she meaning she'd wanted men to fill her vacancies, not her vagina? Xavier Drifts Xavier left the office with the address and a contact name of seven prospective employers, all within easy walking distance of his hotel. Back in his dreary room that was much like bedrooms he was very familiar with, Xavier went online and looked at the webpages of all seven businesses and rated them according to his perception of their suitability to become his next employer. He'd decided on general business accountancy and while working at that would work on his registration as an accountant in Texas. He accepted the offer of employment at the number one office of his choice and became part of a working group of four other senior accountants, all female. Initially he was snubbed but when the women realized this passive new guy was not attempting to get into their pants they initially relaxed but later appeared worried that Xavier was not interested in them and so must be gay. Well that worked out okay because none of them worried about gays. Xavier noticed they all had breasts. Well a guy had an attention span of roughly ten-seconds in looking at a women's mouth for a smile or the lack of it. Three of them were married and so that left Tammy if he were interested because good guys didn't screw married women or even women already in a relationship. On the third day working at the office, Xavier walked into the unisex toilet and straight ahead was Tammy seated in a booth with the door open. She made no effort to close the door. "You're gay, right?" "Hell no." The door slammed shut. She shouted, "Are you still there?" "Yeah and waiting for an invitation to join you." "Good away." Xavier went down a level to public toilets and peed, wondering what Tammy's pussy looked like. When anyone sits on a toilet seat nothing much is in view. He returned to the shared office and Tammy had obviously reported because the women eyed him carefully. Claire asked respectfully, "Is it true you are not gay?" "Yes definitely and I've never alleged I was." The chief accountant entered the room and his seniors all went to work busily. "Come through Xavier. I can spend an hour with you explaining some of the unique aspects of Texas tax law." When Xavier returned to the group office Claire said, "We are sorry we have acted a little anti-man to you and for misjudging you. Tammy says although you caught her with her pants down and then rejected the accusation you were gay, she said she felt no fear of you and that you didn't charge in to get a piece of her." "Well that's not my style. If you are sorry come and kiss me." Claire who was 50-plus came up and Xavier stood and was kissed. Claire pulled his hand onto a rather massive mammary and called, "I confirm he's not gay; he didn't flinch with I pulled his hand on to my boob. Come of you lot, kiss him to confirm we all accept him." Kate and Tammy both kissed Xavier while Maria just waved and said she was sorry for having snubbed him but he was fine with her now. Later Tammy offered to go on a date with Xavier and he answered evasively, probably leaving her thinking he wasn't interested but he didn't want Tammy telling her colleagues about what happened on those dates. God give a guy a break Tammy! Xavier registered to have his professional qualifications updated in Texas and had an anxious wait, half-expecting to be called up to explain his 'unbecoming professional behavior' out west but all that eventuated was receipt of written approvals and notations about updates to his professional education requirements and the steps he needed to take to practice as a public accountant in Texas. He breathed a sigh of relief and become a member of the appropriate professional body to complete those professional educational requirements and when that was done, Xavier was ready to look for a more satisfying position. What he was doing now was pretty much routine. Well the experience had been worthwhile. Each Friday night he went with three of the women to a bar after work, Maria choosing instead to hurry home to her family. Xavier had not thought of women aged twenty-three to fifty-five as being the reformation peer group he'd wanted to engage with, but to his surprise he found socially the three women collectively had gradually changed his thinking about things, especially his former attitude that being in the company of a woman automatically meant looking for prospects of sex if she were at least a little desirable. * * * Xavier returned to the agency he'd visited when first arriving in Houston and asked for Beth, the consultant he'd used previously. She remembered him of course, not because of his looks but because of his first name. Or perhaps a bit of both. "Hi Xavier, it's good to see you again. You're looking great." "Houston has been a good environment to me. I've decided to stay in Texas and want a new job with more variety for an accountant that the one I've had." "So not in a department store?" "No." "Not on a cruise ship?" "No." "What about on a ranch." "What, a ranch is big enough to require its own accountant?" "Well the one I'm thinking about is. It raises beef on pastures rather than feedlots, grows crops for stock feed and for sending to market, the family trust has investment in oil exploration, owns three farm supply businesses, and other minor businesses that have accountant. The family has decided it needs a residential accountant on tap for the farm operation and each of them would use that hired person as a personal accountant. Um the head of the family Mr Lovell is my great-uncle which is why I received this listing." Xavier said, "What you have said about the work sounds good, tell me more." Next day later Beth called him and said Uncle Jed, the rancher wanted to meet Xavier. Beth said she'd take Xavier to the Sugarland Regional Airport, about twenty miles southwest of the city, to meet the rancher who'd fly in from the ranch in Fayette County with some of his family. The party was in a conference room at the airport when Beth and Xavier arrived. Beth had pointed out the ranch's white and dark blue 6-seater Piper Matrix. She greeted everyone with hugs and then introduced white-haired rancher Jed Lovell (who appeared to be in his earlier seventies), Molly his wife, Willie their son and his wife Kathy and their daughter Faye who was in her mid-twenties. Wondering who was the real boss and wishing he'd asked that, Xavier soon found out because the lean and weathered-face Jed was two inches taller than the 6 ft. 1 in. accountant, said with authority, "Well son I like the look of you and if you stack up under our scrutiny at this meeting you'll be our man if you want the job. Molly has checked out your credentials and they are in order. The only blemish Molly could find was a disturbance you caused at the opening of a state building out west but we have to assume you'd had too much to drink?" "I'd not had breakfast and had four glasses of champagne in the pre-opening buffet Mr Lovell but really my downfall was just bad behavior for which I regret." "Do you have a fixation on women's breasts?" Molly asked. "It I did I don't have it unduly so now ma'am. I've come down here, leaving that blot on my past behind me." "Now if I thought that statement fell short of the truth..." "Ma'am my mother taught me not to lie to women but boasting within a group of men is permissible." She smiled. "Can you ride a horse Xavier?" Kathy, Jed's daughter asked. "Yes ma'am. I often spent most of summer on a ranch before I went to college and rode as recently last year in a four-day summer trek through Colorado Mountains when on summer vacation." "That's good. I ask because I go riding as does my daughter Faye and because of the possible threat of illegal aliens and drifters, Willie won't allow us to ride without a man capable of taking care of us." "That would be fine and after graduating college I was member of a gun club for a couple of years." Jed asked, "So you'd be prepared to kill a man?" "I guess so if it were a matter of life and death but my thinking right now is I'd go for a shoulder shot. Is your ranch that dangerous?" Willie said no, it was generally a peaceful environment but drifters had been known to cause trouble in the district. More general questions followed and then Molly lead Beth and the other two women out, saying they were be out having coffee and the men could join them after finishing talking business. "We are looking at hiring a person qualified to act as our ranch-based accountant/financial controller/administrator," Jed said. "Our principal attorney who is based in Austin reckons if you or the person who does all of that for us, we ought to be able to secure him or her for $65,000 a year. The person we currently employ as an administrator wishes to retire and that salary together what we pay in accountancy fees costs us close to $50,000. Willie who has a fine arts degree has finally decided he doesn't like ranching and wants to work from the ranch fulltime painting imaginary old cowboy scenes in oils that Texan people will pay several thousand for one to hang in their living rooms. That's crazy but that's how it is." Xavier murmured a guy was happiest when he worked at doing what he liked doing. He asked about the workload of the accountant and Jed said he and Molly had calculated an efficient person could probably do everything working no more than five hours a day. "That would give you time to accompany the women riding or going to the city with them or helping us out driving machinery during cropping. The money on offer covers everything but you would get most weekends off, the first three weeks of July would be your vacation and you provide your own car but we provide your fuel and we service your vehicle. You also have free accommodation and eat with us." "How much ranch work would be involved?" "Well who knows? It depends on demand. I'd say not more than five to ten hours a week on average." Xavier said in that case the salary should be $70,000 and Jed said they'd had that in mind as their top figure for the right guy. "I think you are the right guy. What about you Willie?" "Yeah I'd say so. Xavier doesn't raise any concerns with me and his references checked out, according to Beth. Are you coming to work for us Xavier?" "Yes if everyone agrees on that. "We are," Jed said. "Molly whispered before she went out that she likes you. In a couple of days Beth will present you with a contract for two years. You best come out and see the environment before you sign because when we say a contract for two years we mean two years." "No it's fine. Beth showed me photos and two film clips of your guys and the ranch. Let's shake on the deal." The joined the women who looked up expectedly and Jed said, "We have a done deal. Xavier is our man." "Oh that's lovely," Molly said, rising and walking up to Xavier and kissing him. "You call us all by our first names, do you hear? You a family now." "Thank you Molly, that makes me feel very welcome. If anyone asks you guys what I do around the ranch I suggest you call me your company's chief administrator. Calling me your accountant/financial controller/administrator is a bit of a mouthful. I added chief to the title to give people I have to deal with clear understanding I have the authority to act on behalf of you all in administration matters." "I agree to that," Jed said. "I'm really not one for titles but with your multi-tasking you do need that descriptive title. Is that it?" "Almost," Xavier smiled. "My ways might be a little different in some areas that what you are used to but that will be because I keep abreast with latest trends in best practice and changes to laws. I'll be working to give State and Federal Government every dollar they are entitled to and not a cent more and not a cent less and I will be analyzing revue and spending streams to find where we can possibly make savings or squeeze more out of spending dollars. I don't want check signing authority and you guys are welcome to bring in an auditor to review my work any time you wish." "Well that all sounds fine. Any questions Willie?" "Nope I think we have clear understanding with you Xavier. We all accept dad and mom have reach an age where they ought to be sitting back more and doing some travel so we need a senior guy like you to run the show, the business side of things. When they do easy back Kathy will take over running the ranch and Faye will become her assistant manager now that she's back finished with her studies and had two years being bored working in management in Austin and then New York." "I've never heard of anyone becoming bored in New York," Xavier said, looking at Faye who looked away. "She had a lover in Austin and followed him to New York and it turned sour," Willie said. "Now that's out of the way, let's keep it that way huh?" "Sure Willie and I understand from experience what it's like when things mess up on you." Faye looked back at Xavier and he took it her weak smile was saying thanks. "What about our personal tax returns?" Molly asked. "You all decide whether to employ your own accountant or use me," Xavier said. "Any of you who use me can be assured of confidentiality." Then minutes later, Beth and Xavier watched the family fly off in the Piper. "Who's flying the airplane?" "Kathy I should think. They all were licensed pilots but Jed and Molly let their licenses lapse because of their age. There are both in their early seventies. They all accept Kathy is a natural when it comes to flying an airplane." "Is Faye always that withdrawn?" "She got hurt emotionally by that guy. One night two of his new buddies visited him and the guys began drinking whisky. Faye went to bed and awoke to find the three guys were stripped off and more than keen to have sex with her. She arrived home distressed and Jed and Willie went to New York to kill those three guys but when they began asking questions at the place when Faye had been living, the guys involved just disappeared. "Jesus. So that's why Jed asked me would I shoot a guy if they went to harm your aunt or Faye." Beth said, "I guess so. When I heard him ask that I say his look and decided he was being very serious." As they entered the Houston, Beth said, "Would you like to come home for dinner? I left a casserole slow-cooking and there's no one to eat it but me. My attorney husband is in Dallas all week on refresher education." "Yes sure, I'd like that." Xavier had a thought that over dinner with the pre-dinner drinks taking hold, that he'd impress Beth with his liveliness and humor and sexiness. She'd fall against him, a little drunk, and he'd kiss her and she'd say no that she was married and then she'd stay well yes provided he promised to tell no one. But it was nothing like that. As Beth said as she closed the door to the garage, "I need to freshen up and I guess you do too. Do you want to join me in the shower?" Huh. She looked to be about forty and appeared to have good boobs. "Yes I'd love..." And then Xavier recalled how he's screwed up his promising career in a State Treasury in assisting to manage and account for the citizen's tax dollars from the time they were received until the time they were disbursed, among other things. Beth said, "I'm not in the habit..." "Nor me and I think I should not do this, and in fact with your husband not at home Beth I belatedly think I should not be here and must go." "God you are ruining me night. I was expecting you to pound me excessively until I was as limp as a rag doll." Eh? "Go on go," she said "At least I'll land a commission out of you. Just go. As soon as your job contract arrives from Austin for you to consider, I'll call you. Please go." Xavier left the house not feeling proud but rather aghast at how close he allowed his stupidity to once again spiral out of control, well almost. How would Molly have judged him if she'd learned, had he'd gone ahead and screwed her great niece and thus pulled her into an adulterous relationship? Kathy and her daughter Faye would have been equally disgusted while perhaps Jed and his son might have thought Beth had been showing signs she wanted sex and approved of Xavier for coming up with what had been needed. Oh yeah? Xavier sighed and wondered why Faye had shown little interest in him being interviewed for a position that could well impact on her. Indeed exactly what did Faye and her mother do at the ranch? Well it was a new job and in time all questions would be answered. * * * Three weeks later Xavier purchased a year-year old white Ford Taurus Limited and two days later, after finishing work at attending his farewell party, he left for the ranch that was just under two and a half hours' drive away. He'd called and spoke to Kathy who said they'd wait dinner for him and she told him to call again when he'd reached La Grange, the county seat of Fayette County, situated at an historic crossing of the Colorado River. Xavier decided he liked Kathy the best of the family. She was softly spoken with a ready smile whereas her mother Molly was hard-faced with hard eyes and her daughter Faye was withdrawn and wan. Still Faye was still acting like a wounded gazelle, and with good reason. The rambling house of 7- bedrooms in two wings from the main block built in Texas mix stone, had been constructed in the late 1970s after the original ranch house built in the 1880s and added to be generations of the family was deemed to be overdue for replacement and was burned to the ground. As Xavier drove up the gravel driveway he thought although the home was large, it wasn't overly grand like some of the ranch houses he'd seen since leaving Houston. He decided it looked homely and he liked it. He sounded the horn lightly and Kathy and a dog came running out to greet him and as he got out of the car she grabbed him and kissed him on the mouth, not holding back. "Oh I'm so excited you're here," she burbled. "Come and join us for a drink. You can unpack later." The Spaniel sniffed him and appeared to approve. "Here name is Cleo," Kathy said, taking Xavier's arm and pressing it against a breast. He hoped that was accidental but then decided it wasn't when she let his arm go as they entered the house through the wide doors she left open and into the large entrance. Jed and Willie rose and greeted Xavier while Faye remained seated and said hi. Molly entered, presumably from the kitchen and went straight up to Xavier, lightly hugged him and kissed him on the cheek and said, "Welcome to the Lovell family home young man. We are so pleased you have arrived." After the leisurely dinner with the Mexican cook/maid clearing away, the men and Faye disappeared to watch TV, Molly said she was off to put the hens away for the night and to feed the swine, Kathy helped Xavier with his luggage and led him to his room in the guest wing. The room was large and airy with coffee making facilities and a small fridge and microwave and a bathroom with a bath as well as a shower and toilet. "This is lovely and so comfortable," Xavier said, keen to indicate his appreciation, thinking it would pay to befriend Kathy. The way in which she responded was totally unexpected. Kathy kicked the door shut and said, "May I kiss you again?" and before he could respond, she grabbed Xavier and kissed him and grabbling his right hand pulled it against her groin. Jesus. He left his hand where she'd placed it but kept his fingers still. But he couldn't help kissing her back. Kathy, who was much younger than her husband and was perhaps forty-five, was proving to be rather sexy. When they finally broke apart she said, "I can't wait to get you out riding with me alone. I'll bring condoms." Xavier Drifts She left, smiling at him over her shoulder as she opened the door and left. Jesus, thought the new ranch administrator, scratching his balls. Xavier began exploring part of the house next morning and discovered he had the best of the guest rooms and that made him feel good and think he had Kathy to thank for that kindness. The kitchen was the huge and lavishly fitted out with appliances and cooking aids. He wasn't the only one up because the cook Abilene was seated at the table having coffee and cereal. "You want your breakfast now?" she asked and he smiled and said he'd wait to eat with the others and, filling a coffee mug, he continued on his familiarization of the house. He was greatly impressed studying the detail of the 20 foot vaulted ceiling of the living room with its rough-sawn beans and the huge stone fireplace that he'd only glanced at the previous evening. Above the fireplace was a huge oil painting of white cowboys and Mexican vaqueros driving a herd of Texan longhorns across a river. He looked at it more closely than last evening and thought it probably was Willie's romanticized portrayal of a round-up on this ranch sometime during the last 150 years. The original Lovell ranch covered an estimated 200,000 acres, now reduced to less than one-tenth of that size as the family holding. He thought it was a magnificent painting. Beyond the living room was a media room with big-screen TV and an upright piano and then a sunroom overlooking the tree-lined creek that Jed had told him the previous evening only stopped running in the severest of prolonged droughts but spring-fed pools always remained. "With ranching in Texas you face only heartbreak unless you can sell off your stock in the face of unrelenting drought or unless you have adequate drought-proof water supply and stocks of supplementary feed to get the cattle through tough times," Jed had told Xavier over dinner last night. There was another level above and Xavier went up the stairs and when he reached the top landing the lights automatically turned on. The nameplate on first door on the right of the central passage read, 'Art Room'. The room opposite had a piece of paper stuck over the 'Office' nameplate that read, 'Company CEO – all yours Xavier', and presumably that was Kathy's handwriting and the family must have thought that title was more suitable for him than chief administrator. He entered and boggled, The big windows to his left looked out on to the creek valley lined with post oaks, mesquite and cedar, and had two short sofas facing each other at right-angles to the windows and with a wide coffee table between them. Those leather sofas and the table looked new. Along the wall across from him were a row of filing cabinets and on both sides of the doorway wall were almost empty bookshelves and at the far end of the room was his work station that would place him back-on to the windows. Good thinking. The laptop was on sleep mode. He activated it and found the internet link was fast. It was wireless connection, probably via transmission links to a service provider in La Grange or even in Austin some fifty miles away. Austin would be closer in the triangle than either Houston or San Antonio. It didn't matter where the service came from, what mattered was for the service to be reliable and fast. There was a soft knock on the door and Molly entered wearing a robe and carrying two coffees. "Come a join me," she said, going to the sofas. "I thought I heard a door open and knew it wouldn't be Willie this early. Did you look at his work in the art room?" "No I thought if he wanted me to see it he'd invited me in sometime." "Well aren't you a good-mannered boy," she said and laughed and added, "With one notable exception that I know of." He laughed easily, feeling Molly accepted him. "The next room on from you is the hobby room, not used much, and opposite at the end of the longer art room is Jed and my bathroom in our L-shaped bedroom at the end of this passage. "Oh so that's why windows are high up in that wall in the living room... they allow you to see over the lake and for miles over the ranch?" "So you worked that out for yourself? Well we thought you were clever." They chatted for almost an hour when Jed, dressed, entered and said good morning. "What do you think of this set-up?" "It's better than a city office, much better." He looked pleased. "Entertaining a woman dressed only in a gown is something you wouldn't get in a city office, or am I wrong about that?" "Not in the offices I worked at. Actually I'm used to my mom walking around early morning in only a gown." "I thought you might be and I was only making conversation. Molly and Kathy are determined to treat you like family to make you feel at home and I believe that's a good idea. Come to breakfast with me now if you wish." "Molly?" "Yes go with him Xavier. He's itching to take you on a tour of the ranch and that means quite a trip because at 23,300-acres, our land covers 36.4 square miles of Texas although it's not all accessible by roads of course." Jed and Xavier, both dressed in boots, jeans and a loose shirt, Jed wearing a beige Stetson and Xavier wearing a baseball hat. Jed eyed the cap and said, "We better take you shopping soon for proper headgear. That thing you're wearing doesn't give you adequate weather protection." "Whatever you say boss." Jed growled, "You call me Jed or Mr Lovell, nothing else." "Oh sure. When I was a kid I remember my dad used to say, "You can call me anything you like but don't call me late for breakfast." Jed laughed and asked what Xavier's father did. "In those days he drove a street cleaning machine. These days he supervises the repair of council vehicles and machinery and buys new vehicles and sells those being replaced." "We you have done well rising to where you are today." "You could be right. My dad drove me hard to do well at school, insisting when I was a little kid that I would be going to college to get a degree. He wanted to college but left after just one year." "Yeah will some fathers do the right things for their kids. I've had a bit of trouble with Willie and have come to accept it." They stood behind a GMC pickup. Jed reached into the back of the cab and produced a rifle that he gave to Xavier to hold. Xavier said instantly, "a Winchester lever action 94, an older model, well maintained," and turning it slightly said, "And the hammer stop/safety is on." "Yeah that's right. Here load it," Jed said, digging four rounds from his side pocket and handing them across. "We will see some white-tails (deer). Shoot a good one for the table." Xavier loaded the rifle and returned the safety to on and sitting in the cab lowered the barrel and held it just clear of his boots and still clear of the floor mat. Driver Jed nodded approvingly at the gun being held in that position. Jed drove into the vehicle and machinery barn almost four hours later. He'd phoned his foreman who was waiting with another guy. Jed introduced them to Xavier and they took the deer away, the understanding being according to Jeff that the house got half and the six men got the remainder. Kathy came out to greet them and took Xavier's arm, ignoring Jed, kissed him and asked, "Well what did you think?" Xavier looked at Jed apologetically but Jed grinned and winked. What the hell did that mean? Did Jed realize his daughter had a hot pussy? Oh no, had Jed been a beneficiary in years gone when he was keenly sexually active, which was not the same as saying sexually active? Oh Kathy was waiting to be answered. "It's pretty impressive, especially the watering system and the irrigation systems. We saw cows and they looked pretty healthy to me but I understand you have about 4600 head of stock on this ranch including young stock and we only saw about a thousand head." "And the horses, did you see the horses?" "Yeah and they looked great." "Good because I wanted you to see the horses. We don't only ride the ranch. We also take horses to some of the better riding trails around. We've held lunch for the return of you guys." "Who shot the deer then?" Molly asked when told they'd brought home a white-tail. "The new guy," Jed said, sounding quite proud of Xavier. "A one-shot kill – clean and through the lungs, from about 160 to 180 yards out, standing shot and so was the deer standing still." "Good shooting," Willie said and Kathy, sitting beside Xavier, pushed her thigh against him and asked innocently, "More salad anyone" and held up the bowl. After lunch Xavier went to his office and saw the incoming mail had been opened by either Molly or Kathy, or perhaps both, and sorted into piles awaiting action and stickers had been placed on the filing cabinets to indicate what was stored within. Molly came in and said, "Ah you are underway. Kathy and I sorted today's mail and earlier mail for you and will continue doing that. I'll now take you through the system our accounts lady used to get you on track. You will be free of course to change to your preferred system whenever you wish." "Thanks Molly. Your help is appreciated." She smiled and said, "Jed was pleased that out there today you neither talked like nor acted like a city slicker, that your questions were intelligent and you shot that deer at twice the distance he would have attempted, well now that his eyes are not so good and his hands are not so steady." "I enjoyed the introduction to the ranch and to hear some of its history. I'd though because I was keen to know things he was enjoying himself as tutor." Molly smiled and said well yes Jed was a good guy and that's why she'd married him and improved his ways. "Jess was into hard liquor and loose women when I first met him. I looked at him and stopped him in his tracks. His mom couldn't believe how I'd managed to tame him almost overnight." "That's a lovely story Molly. You should write a book." Molly said she maintained a journal on computer and had done so since first meeting Jed, including transferring the earlier data on floppy disk to CDs. She recorded quotations she'd remembered or had logged and had also scanned in various documents and photographs she thought might have historical significance over time. When she left, Xavier knew what Molly was, a hard woman from a tough background and a harsh environment, especially when drought took hold. He now really liked Molly. During lunch on Tuesday, Kathy said, "I'd like to go riding this afternoon Xavier. I've ordered the horses to be brought over at 1:30 if that's okay?" "Sure, anyone coming with us?" Willie said no, he had work to finish and Faye said no because she and her grandfather were off to Austin to pick up some supplies. "Molly?" Xavier said, taking care to not sound desperate but she said two of her friends were coming over. As Kathy and Xavier walked around the house to where the filly and gelding had been tethered to the hitching rail in the shade, Kathy pressed something into Xavier's hand. He looked, fearing the worst, and saw he was palming two condoms. Jesus. His bay gelding was a fine looking horse and he notice a rifle in a scabbard and made no comment but pulled the rifle out to check that it had a cartridge in the chamber and that the hammer was at rest and that and hammer stop/safety was in the on position. They mounted and rode out to in front of the house. Kathy said, "Let me see if you can ride. Trot over to the barn and then lope back to me." He did that and she said he rode well. They rode west along the branch dirt vehicle track that went between the two barns nearest the house at a walk and with periods of loping for an hour and a half until a hay barn came into view above a tree fringed lake that Kathy said covered 15 acres. "That's big." "But only two thirds the size of the lake we partially see from the house. Those woods cut out two-thirds of our house view of that larger lake. We have a 9-acre lake farther west. All three are natural lakes and are deep so no matter how severe the drought and even if the creek dries up, we always have water for the cattle and that's why we have hay barns near the lake because in droughts that tough the stock have to survive on hay and some supplement feed. We have other drought management strategies to work through including culling the weakest/oldest cattle to reduce numbers, early weaning of calves and even biting the bullet and selling replacement stock or sending them off to other states that have feed but the costs and risks in involved in migrating stock are high." "That's interesting," was all that Xavier could think of saying. Eyeing the barn, scene of the imminent adulterous act, he said, "Are we likely to be disturbed here?" "No all the guys are out in the eastern yards drenching and weighing replacement heifers and bulls." They tethered the horses inside the big half-empty barn and Xavier closed the doors. "Now don't disappoint me Xavier," Kathy said, eyeing him steadily. "Tell me you want to do this." "Yeah I haven't had a fuck for a while." "Xavier!" "Um yes Kathy. I've admired you from afar and often wondered how I might be of service to you." She grinned and ruffled his air and said she'd ridden in a riding skirt instead of jeans to save having to struggle out of jeans although there was no need to undress, "Well I do want your... your breasts out. Licking breast gets me up really hard." She began unbuttoning and moaning, "Oh I suppose so." "Also I need to look at your pussy when I'm pushing it; that's half the fun." "Christ," she groaned and removed all her clothes until she stood in only her boots and licked her lips at eyeing his erection and big balls, all hairless. "I-I'm a big hairy." "It doesn't matter," he smiled. "Inside cunts are all the same." Her mouth dropped open, she rubbed a tit and dropped to her knees onto loose hay and began licking him. She took him deeply into her mouth and a little later when she appeared to be slowing in her action, Xavier pulled her to her feet and lifting her walked over to the chair at an old desk just inside the doors. He put her down, spun the chair around and sat on it and she backed into him and folded into his lap and lifted her legs high and held them under the calves while Xavier grabbed a tit and squeezed while using his other hand to guide his erection into her juicy slit. "Oh god," she wailed, and Xavier guessed that was simply feedback because her cunt was big enough to allow his dick to push in the well-lubed passageway. He felt juice flow around his balls and she gasped, "I've come already but that's normal when I'm hot after cock." "Oh shit, the condom." "Never mind," she purred. "I'm prepared to trust that you are clean." "And in you I trust," his said, now squeezing both breasts as she began lifting up and dropping down, settling quickly into a rhythm. A big advantage in fucking older women was they knew what it was all about and how to extract pleasure, he thought. He eventually told Kathy he was close to coming and she kept on pumping and said it was okay, that she'd had her tubes tied some years after Faye was born and following a second early miscarriage. "Shoot up me and enjoy." Well what more could a guy ask? After they rested Xavier found a duster in the drawer of the desk and cleaned the desktop and positioned Kathy over it and they had a long and sweaty doggy. "Jeepers that was good," she panted. "You got my off three times during that bout." "Twice for me," he said, kissing her deeply and she held on to him tightly and groaned almost continuously. As they dressed, Xavier said softly, "Isn't Willie giving you this kind of attention?" "Rarely because he discovered a few years ago he prefers younger women." "Abilene?" "Yes, two or three times a week I think." "That's tough on you." "If I asked Molly to fire her Willie would only wander off to find a substitute or..." "Does he also take Faye?" Kathy looked away and emitted a dry sob and Xavier said oh Jesus. As the rode off Kathy said, "Well we fall short of being a fine and upstanding family. For years Jed had sex with me, that becoming easier for me when I finally stop resisting, and that only stopped four years ago when he began finding Molly was all he could manage." They rode on in silence for a while. "Would you like a regular girlfriend but still give me attention at least once a month?" "Yeah sure Kathy, what do you have in mind?" "I invite Kurt and Katrina Klein to dinner on Saturday night and ask them to bring their daughter Elise to meet you. She's back home after finishing college and was set to work for a travel agency in Austin but the principals had put two people off because of the downturn in business and so decided they couldn't employ her. They will reassess the position when demand for travel picks up." "Are Elise and Faye friends?" "Not really, they are so different in many ways. Elise is highly excitable, very athletic is too talkative for my moody daughter. Faye will be staying in Austin this weekend with a guy she went to college with. His wife left him after five months after their marriage and they have been out of contact since then. According to Faye, the wife was a whore." CHAPTER 3 On Saturday night Xavier's eyes widened when he opened the front door to face Elise for the first time, her parents walking up from their SUV at a near dawdle. Elise had magnificent puppies and took the initiative. "Hi you must be Xavier. Cute name. Do we kiss?" "Um..." He was kissed, lightly on the lips. "Kathy said you love riding and running, like to go bar-hopping, enjoy good dinning, movies, playing tennis and dancing." "She did?" he queried, aware Kathy had inventively added bar-hopping and dancing to the mix. "Mom this is Lovell Ranch's CEO Xavier." "Hi Xavier, oh my you are a fine looking young man. Do we kiss?" asked mommy. Xavier said of course and moved in carefully to avoid the whoppers but was pulled against them and was kissed firmly. God she felt strong. "Call me Katrina. Darling this is Xavier." "Good evening Xavier. I'm Kurt." They shook hands while Katrina said, "Kathy told me Xavier that you are lively and intelligence and have rubbed shoulders with a Governor's wife socially. According to Kathy you ride superbly and can bring down a deer with a kill-shot 300 yards away." Huh? "You sounded just the right guy for our Elise to date. She is tired of local yokels." Huh? "Mom!" Meanwhile Kurt was eyeing Xavier carefully and not smiling. "Elise will know what's best for her," Xavier said diplomatically and stood aside to let them in. "Thanks Xavier," said Elise. "Well Kathy did say you were intelligent." Her mom said, "And diplomatic" while Karl said, "You just be kind to my daughter; that's all I ask." "Dad!" Well, Xavier thought. He'd met the Klein family and had survived the initial onslaught. The Lovell's gathered around the visitors when they entered the living room, Xavier coming up the rear like a cow dog while Cleo the black English Spaniel sniffed at the women and backed off when sniffing at Karl. Xavier noticed that there was no contact between Karl and Faye when they greeted and no smiles either... hmmm. But Faye and Elise clinched and spoke moderately warmly. Xavier was asked to get drinks and Kathy added solicitously perhaps Elise might like to assist him. Xavier sighed and thought she'd brought them together in the same house and had exaggerated the build-up and now should back right off, and Katrina should know to back off as well. Christ didn't they teach females matchmaking skills at senior high school? Xavier Drifts "Nice perfume," he said after taking drink orders and having Elise follow into the kitchen. "Smell it just below my ear and tell me what it is?" Xavier sniffed unnecessarily loudly over the spot and then kissed it. Elise giggled and said he was a fast-worker and that told Xavier she had the skills to really encourage a guy she liked. But did she like him? "So this is a gathering of the K-factor?" Elise, who was getting the ice said, "Pardon me?" "Tonight we have K for Kathy the hostess entertaining the Kline family with two more K's in the names Karl and Katrina." Elise giggled and said her second name was Kirsten. "So your mind works that way?" "I guess you mean searching for patterns?" "Yes." Xavier laughed and said that was very astute of her. Developing an interest in patterns and recurring oddities had been part of his training in accountancy auditing. "So from that I gather unusual patterns and recurring oddities demand further investigation or explanations?" "Yes," Xavier said, aware that Elise was working so close to him at the bench that their hips were touching. He said smoothly, "So it's okay if we date?" "Yes," she said. "Would it suit you to come over at 4:00 tomorrow and we'll ride to the creek where it leaves our ranch and passes into woods. We could see wildlife in abundant and active late afternoon. You are invited to stay to dinner." "Is this just to appease your mother?" "It's a 45-minute ride to the woods. I welcome male company because I've been a bit neglected of late." He pondered, what the hell did she mean by that? Being an accountant he wasn't really into subliminal messages. "So you would feel comfortable being with me out in the wilds," Xavier said, pushing her intentionally. "Kathy said you were okay but had this thing about women's breasts." "Oh she said that did she?" "Yes and not to worry," Elise said, pushing her hip a little harder against him. "I have nothing against a guy who appreciates a good pair of breasts." They went out with the drinks to avoid complaints about the delay. * * * On the short drive home from the Lovell's ranch Kurt said, "Well that guy Hall must have been a disappointment for you again Elise, not being very tall, blond with blue eyes and of German ancestry?" "It's you who always want my male friends to be of German ancestry dad. My big problem is befriending guys not focused on only one thing." "Ranching," Kurt nodded, sending wife and daughter into giggling fits. "What?" "Watch the track darling," Katrina laughed. "You daughter also wants her dates to be intelligent and that's why they are few and far between." "Well what did you think of him Elise?" Patting her blonde hair, Elise said, "Oh he was okay." Her mother cooed, "He's well-mannered, strong, intelligent, cheerful and just right for you darling." "He's not German." "Shut up Kurt and there's our entrance. For all you know that nice young man might have had a German grandfather or great-grandfather." At home, when Kurt had wandered off to his study to check emails and watch porn or whatever he did in the study, Katrina said, "Well?" "He's hot mom." "Well strike quickly." "I have. We are riding out to the boundary woods tomorrow afternoon and I've invited him to dinner." "Good girl. We can have venison pie and apple strudel. That ought to keep your father satisfied that we have introduced Xavier to German culinary dishes." "Yes mom," Elise sighed and glancing around the living room said, "and my poor friend, holding a German beer, will gaze at the dad's collection of German beer steins on top of the china cabinet, will look at the paintings that are all German pastoral or alpine scenes and will ask dad if he's a fanatical German alien out to subvert American culture." "Oh god no, do that would be to risk a fight and Karl will yell to me to had him his grandfather's saber." "Relax mom, Xavier is too polite to offend his host." "Are you sure?" "Yes mom." "Then I'll not remove the saber off our bedroom wall and hide it. Now remember to take condoms tomorrow." "Mom!" "Don't play Miss Innocent to me. You are hanging out for sex and tomorrow he won't have to try it on. You'll be all over him." "Mom, one more crack like that and I'm off to get the cavalry saber sword." They laughed and eyed each other warmly when Katrina said, "It's good that we both like him." The pressure resumed after lunch next day. "Would you like me to do your hair?" "Do my hair, what for?" "Xavier." "Mom please back off, I don't wish to be rude to you." Katrina cleared away without speaking while her daughter packed the dishwasher. An hour later Katrina asked, "Would you like to borrow my gold necklace?" "What for?" Elise asked politely, although knowing the answer. "He'll be here soon." "Mom I'm not going to be the first 23-year old in Texas to wear a very valuable gold necklace horse riding." "We'll what about before dinner when you change into a gown and..." "Mom I won't be wearing a gown and I won't be wearing a fancy necklace. Xavier will probably bring a change of clothes but casual. Now stop this pressure or I'll scream." "You are so ungrateful Elise." "Yes mother and I wonder why?" Elise dressed for riding and groaned softy when she came out and found her mom dressed in high heels, half her bosom showing above the low-cut neck of her black dress and wore some of her best jewelry. God mothers could be so embarrassing. Fortunately her father was out with a vet to try to determine why some of the yearling heifers look a little sick, as if they'd missed worming. Xavier arrived and Katrina out-paced Elise in a sudden spurt to be the first to kiss him. "Omigod," she said, looking at him, as Xavier climbed out of the car and sheepishly put on a beige Stetson. She kissed him and stood back to allow Elise get to him. Elise kissed Xavier and said, "Did Kathy take you shopping this morning." He nodded and said, "God she was so kind to give me her attention but she was so over the top. She wanted me dressed entirely in black and asked the store assistant did he know where she could buy a genuine cowboy gun belt. I almost ran from the store and now I feel such a dude." "I'll roll you in the dirt and that will remove the new look of everything." "Roll me in the dirt?" he asked, sounding interested. Elise glanced at her mom without replying and saw Katrina was practically drooling. "Xavier," she said, sounding desperate. "I'm only twenty-three. You'll think I'm too young to date?" "No it's fine. You have the body of a grown woman. Kathy told me you were twenty-three and your mom had told her you'd been sexually active from an early age." "What?" "I mean that indicates you are mature. It's not as if I'm dating a girl if going horse-riding actually qualifies as dating?" Elise didn't dare look at her mom but heard the heavy breathing behind her. They watched a young guy walking toward them leading two thoroughbred horses. Kathy had told Xavier that Karl cared more about his horses than he cared for his cattle. "What beautiful horses." "Yes both are stallions that need exercising," Elise said. "Dad breeds horses for people wanted registered thoroughbreds to ride for pleasure although some do use them to work cattle be we have registered quarter horses for that." Elise invited him to pick one and Xavier chose the black that was smaller than the chestnut. "Why did you choose Nero?" Katrina asked. "I reckon he's faster than the chestnut and no way will I risk being out-ridden." Both women appeared impressed. "Before being put to stud, Nero had won more than $780,000 in prize money on the track," said the handler proudly. "Help Katrina to mount," Katrina urged but Xavier said only if requested and they watched Elise position carefully, speak to Robo and then swing up with a grunt into the western saddle. As the handler unclipped the halters and both riders thanked him, Katrina called, "Have fun you two and don't forget to roll in the dust with him darling." "Sorry," Elise said as they went off in a trot. My mother can be such an embarrassment." "I like her so no problem." "You do?" "Yes because she's friendly and such a character." "And what about her huge boobs." "What does she have noticeable boobs?" "Oh dear, I'm riding with a blind man. Either that or he's a fucking liar," Elise said, breaking Robo into a canter and Xavier only had to cluck once and Nero took after Robo like a rocket." "Jesus," snorted Xavier, who only just managed to hold his seat without grasping the saddle horn. He'd overlooked that Nero, being a former track horse, would have been trained to leap forward to immediately race. They settled into a canter, side by side, on the well graded farm dirt road. "We don't gallop," Elise called. "Galloping increases the risk of the horse pulling up lame or whatever and dad would be furious if we did that to breeding stallions." "That's fine. Let's call you the winner." She smiled across at him. "So you hadn't noticed my mom has extra big boobs. In that case you won't have noticed mine." "I've noticed," he leered and thought her face colored. They stopped at the boundary fence and looked along the creek that came from above the Lovell Ranch enter woods spread on both sides of the creek in a bit of a depression with a thick under-story of various shrubby plants, some flowering. They spotted some White-Tailed Deer and heard the calls of turkey and possibly quail and a splashing in the creek and Xavier thought hey this place was okay. He realized the wildlife was abundant and thought if he were Karl Klein he'd extend the woods on to the ranch to make a significant contribution to increasing the habitat for wildlife. Although an occasional hunter, Xavier only killed for the table. "Should we take a look?" Elise said it was a real thicket under the trees, very difficult to navigate and tough on clothing. "What do you think about this spot?" "It's lovely, close to being a little bit of Paradise. Your ranch could do with more trees being planted and protected from livestock and drought. These woods could be extended back into your ranch to give you guys a special place in time." "Really? I've thought of that too and have mentioned it but dad is not interested, saying the trees we appreciate already exist around the house and out in our main view." "Trees exist not only for humans." "I agree. Perhaps I can do something about that. My parents are waiting to hear the final word from my brother Bernard who has been living in Germany for the past four years after going there to get a degree in languages. He's turned twenty-five and is getting his 15% share of profit from the ranch as was stipulated in my paternal grand-parent's will and I begin qualifying for my 15% in nineteen months when I turn twenty-five. Dad was bequeathed the ranch and he and mom get the rest for running the ranch and effecting improvements and some of mom's income is contributed to developing the horse stud that actually returns very good money some years." "Yeah well I don't think people would buy thoroughbred horses for pleasure in drought years." "That's true. Well dad has spoken to me about this but he's not told mom yet so please keep this to yourself. If Bernard opts to stay in Germany dad says he'll move to buy out Bernard and give me the option of learning to run the ranch and taking over management of the cattle from him and he'd increase my share of profit... well in the years we do make a worthwhile profit. Our ranch is a bit smaller than the Lovell's. We have 2700 breeding cows." "So is that what you wish to do?" "Yes and I'm sure about that. Many females run ranches in Texas." "Good, I'd love having you as my attractive neighbor." Elise stared at Xavier, blushing. They remounted, not having touched, and rode back to the ranch house. There was a local phone tower and they were in range and so Elise called in to the handler Tom and said they would be back with the horses in about an hour. * * * Xavier had brought a change of clothes with him and showered and came out dressed in jeans and a polo shirt. Elise who'd phone her mom after showering, asked what Xavier was wearing and she appeared in the living room ready for her first drink and wearing jeans and a polo shirt and that made Xavier feel more relaxed because Karl was wearing a tie and jacket and Katrina remained in her black dress and festooned with jewelry but now had her blonde hair up high with pearls looped through it. How loopy Xavier thought but perhaps they didn't have many visitors to give them opportunity to dress up. He stood when Elise entered and she smiled almost shyly and him and Katrina called kiss her. Xavier kissed Elise, their first real kiss. As Xavier was leaving after a magnificent meal and they kissed again, Elise said, "May I come over tomorrow and see what you do. I am interested but have to shift cattle in the morning." Xavier smiled and said sure and he appreciated Elise taking an interest in his work. Elise arrived next afternoon to be told that only the cook Abilene was home and she was having her afternoon nap. "Jed has gone off to a machinery fair and the others have gone to San Antonio to watch some sort of festival," Xavier said. "Good we can be naughty." "What?" "Never mind I was only joking," she said, sounding rather off-hand. Elise thought the office was very tidy for a man. He explained what he did and why. "I don't have much of a head for figures," she said, and caught Xavier looking at her boobs. She smiled and he looked embarrassed. "Do we kiss," said Elise, turning into a seductress and added, "Perhaps you should lock the door?" Huh? They folded into a standing kiss that went on and on, Xavier having decided he wouldn't break away first this time. When they did break, both requiring a few gulps of air, Elise pulled Xavier's right hand on to her left shoulder and looked at him in a challenging way, as if to say she dared him. He dropped that hand on to her nearest tit and squeezed and she gasped and said, "Oh god." Xavier didn't believe for a moment she required divine intervention. He used his other hand to push her butt towards his extended right thigh and when her groin landed against it she began humping his leg and help up her face, mouth slightly open, to be kissed. That was more encouragement than Xavier needed and he was in like a coyote entering a hen house. Their tongues touched and entwined and she pulled up her skirt and he dropped the hand from the tit to hook under the skirt to cup her pussy. Elise groaned and pushed against his hand, that gesture announcing to Xavier that as far as she was concerned there was no turning back. His dick thickened and he was ready to deliver what they both wanted. Although Elise was a bit tight, probably not properly lubed, she groaned as Xavier began sinking his dick but she moved around slightly to adjust and didn't call for him to pause and so he pushed gently forward and until fully docked. They rested. "You're a bit thick." He pretended to be offended and snorted "Thanks" and she giggled and said she meant the width of his cock. "You'll adjust," he smiled and she smiled back and Xavier thought that was a joyful smile and that was good. She watched him bend down with his tongue fully extended and he dribbled over an erect nipple and licked. "Omigod," she groaned and attempted to buck and that didn't require any query. Xavier held on to her tightly and rolled them on to their sides and Elise proved she wasn't a novice by holding her upper leg up high and they were underway, fucking. Elise caught his rhythm and added her thrust to allow Xavier to finish each stroke with a body-rattling bang and they kept that up for quite some time before Elise turned red, began perspiring although not as much as Xavier, and then she bucked into a moaning climax and murmured he wasn't wearing protection. "No," he admitted without pausing the thrusting and made no apology. She resumed rolled back to him, albeit less vigorously than earlier and she reached down and cupped and squeezed his hot, hairless balls. "Oh fuck," Xavier yelled and she pushed at him and urged, "Over my tits so I can see" He pulled out, rolled her on to her back and kneeling between Elise's damp thighs jerked his erection twice and streamed four powerful ejaculations over her belly and tits. "Jesus," he said, red-faced and with beads of sweat dripping off his chin. "Was that good?" "Oh yes," he enthused and she said she thought so too and he was invited to fuck her anytime, er within reason. Xavier rather liked that simple statement and squeezed a tit smiling. "Your tits are big enough for a tit fuck." "Yes and one day when you've been a very good boy I might offer you my butt." He grinned and said, "Ready to go again?" She smiled and lifted up her upper leg and squeezed one of his nipples. Xavier called Elise late next morning and she sounded very happy. "I'm at the airport with mom and dad who have managed to get seats on a flight and I waiting to see the aircraft take off in about twenty minutes. They are going to visit my brother in Munich." "That was sudden?" "Yes well I was walking on air when he returned home yesterday and over dinner told them I wanted my future resolved and that they should push my brother into giving his answer; he's always sat on big decision-making. Dad and I argued and mom left the room." "What crying?" "What mom, are you kidding? She's as tough as old boots. She returned twenty minutes later and told dad, "You and I are booked on a flight leaving Austin for Munich at 11:35 tomorrow morning." "I thought dad would explode but he slumped a bit and said thank goodness, the uncertainty had been eating into him as well. We all kissed and were a happy family again." Xavier said very good. "Yeah well want to hear the best part?" "What there's more, your dad said to begin fencing off five acres for the new woods?" "What? Oh that? No. Mom must have guessed from my behavior when I arrived home yesterday that I'd had sex. She suggested this morning I invite you to stay while they were away. Dad white-knuckled the steering wheel a bit but said nothing so that's a green light." "Okay but what can we do?" "You really are thick mentally," Elise laughed happily. "I've rediscovered I really like being fucked." Xavier made the announcement during lunch that day he'd be staying the next seven nights with Elise, that her parents had left an hour or so ago for a week in Germany. Faye ignored the news whereas Jed grinned, Willie scowled, Molly sniffed and said some young guys had all the luck and Kathy? Xavier had braced, expecting a possible rant but was left quite astonished when she smiled broadly and said, "How nice. I'd think Elise would be your best choice as a piece of skirt in this entire district... I mean available females. She's a lovely young woman." "What about me mom, don't I count?" "Darling you are hooked on that married guy in Austin. Why don't you invite him over this weekend?" "You mean you don't mind?" "Providing you are only with him for the sex, no I don't." Faye looked delighted. "Gran?" "Your mother knows best darling and there's no need to consult the men. If your guy measures up they'll accept him." Xavier stayed the weekend with Elise. They moved cattle and brought in a couple of sick ones and he said he was having a great time playing cowboy and being invited to pick his mounts. He became attached to a lively 15.2 hh a buckskin/dun gelding and it appeared Wally had taken to Xavier as he'd never gone to anyone else when called as he did to Xavier. Xavier Scores! These days, Xavier Martin couldn't help himself from walking around the place with a BIG grin on his face. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on who you were, he was a Jamaican gentleman, in the finest tradition of that phrase, and so when his friends asked him why he was so pumped, he wouldn't tell them a thing. The truth was that Xavier Martin, one of the biggest nerds on the campus, had landed himself a date with his dream girl. Despite her name, or probably because of it, Xavier had not been able to find out which since he tread very carefully where she was concerned, Holly Ivey was a smart little addition to the first year MSc students, who was majoring in quantum physics. She looked like a young Halle Berry though, and so with two strikes against her peers taking her seriously, she kept a straight face, and had a cold, standoffish manner. As Xavier found out though, when he stayed back to help her to grapple with an extra credit assignment, in the lab late one evening, she was a very shy, down-to-earth girl. She warmed to him, considerably, after he tried out his quantum physics knock-knock joke on her, and he laughed at her Little Johnny, Planck constant joke, in return. As an undergraduate student, Xavier had completed his degree without dating even once! He was overjoyed that this changed during his Master's, but that had only been a one-time event, since the girl in question was only after the answer key to an exam in the course that he had been tutoring at the time. In only two months, he would defend his doctoral thesis and he wanted desperately to do better than any of his friends in this department. For some reason that was unknown to the lot of them, none of them had managed to score even once. At twenty-six, though he had won many a scholarship and breezed through many a prestigious internship, and though he was a genuinely nice guy, and even though, remarkably, he looked like a tad-too-skinny Taye Diggs-in-glasses lookalike, he had still not manage to get laid; and he wanted to round out this aspect of his education before he left his student years behind him. Given his previous experience with women on his campus though, he had not wanted to go out with Holly even after she invited him for a cup of coffee, to thank him for his kindness. It was only three months later, after he had been charged with presenting the David Bardeen prize to the final year undergraduate student with the highest aggregate score for the previous year; and he read the citation accompanying her award, that he recognised what sort of student she really was, and regretted declining that cup of coffee with what he had come to believe was a female version of himself. It was an inauspicious start, to say the least. Things were a little awkward after that, because it seemed that, like him, Holly was a girl who didn't make the same mistake twice, and although polite whenever they met in the department, he could not say that she was friendly toward him, after their first evening. It seems that like everyone who had misjudged him, he was guilty of the same thing in judging her. He realised later, that he had not even thought to question the fact that she had been doing an extra credit physics project that night, and that his help, now that he thought about it, hadn't really been necessary! It was all water under the bridge now though, since she had agreed to go out with him for dinner on Friday. It had taken some doing on his part. He did not relish being rejected again, and he had to admit to himself that if anyone had spoken to him the way that he had spoken to Holly then he would have fantasized strongly about hurting them badly. His thoughts would have remained fantasies it is true, but he would have been determined never to like them again. He cringed at having to admit to himself that he had been rude in telling her that he wasn't for sale. It made him want to avoid her and to have her leave the school so that he could just forget about his mistake. Having her there and unwittingly tormenting him in his dreams were gut-wrenching. Despite this, he psyched himself up to face the music, took a deep breath, rehearsed his dignified exit when she insulted him as he deserved and presented himself to her. It had been difficult to swallow his pride, admit to her that he had been wrong, and invite her for a meal to make-up for brushing her off like that after her invitation for the coffee. He didn't go into details, but he explained that he had had a previous bad experience and that he was hasty in judging her. He apologised. Holly had been startled by his apology, to say the least. She had looked at him appraisingly for a while; saying nothing. Eventually, she smiled graciously, told him that it wasn't necessary to take her to dinner; that she understood about the student who had tried to trick him, and that the apology was quite enough. She excused herself, and was just about to get up to leave when Xavier pulled out his piece-de-resistance, his 'Watt is love? Baby don't hertz me' line. Holly had actually laughed, explosively, at his unexpected, corny joke; and Xavier could not believe how beautiful she was when she let herself go a little. He grinned back at her, completely captivated by her smile, and by the twinkle that lingered in her eye when she looked at him. He felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her and to adjust the sudden tightness in his jeans, but he managed to control these impulses. Somehow, lunch for the next hour at Pages had never been so pleasant before. *** Dinner at Akbar's was nice. They had hit it off well, and had a lot to chat about, their mutual acquaintances in the department giving them much fodder for animated gossip as a start, but this segued into discussing their ideas about the place for physicists in the world and the bright future that they had at the university if they could only finish their research. It surprised them both that they had not met before that night. It turned out that since Xavier had eschewed human contact for the past year in order to finish his work on time, and successful, was in the final stages of his writing, he had not been around much since the time that she had transferred to the university to complete her undergraduate degree. She had been vague about why she had left her old school three years into her programme at UTech to come to UWI; and Xavier, sensing a bit of drama, did not want to pry. Eventually, though it was time to take Holly home and Xavier helped her out of the restaurant so that they could walk the two hundred metres down the street to catch a taxi. They did not see when a man emerged from the shadows to their left. He stank of rum, and held something in his hand. "I want that," the man said, menacingly. Xavier and Holly just looked at him, uncomprehending. "Give me your watch and your wallet," the man demanded, annoyed; his voice rising dangerously. "W-what?" Xavier stammered. He could not believe that he was being held up during his date with Holly! To his credit, he had the presence of mind to pull her behind him so that she wouldn't have to stare down the man from close range. "Just give it to him, please, Xavier!" he heard Holly plead from behind him as she threw some money over his shoulder at the man. He chucked his watch and wallet at the man, and stepped back, pushing Holly behind him, firmly. When they got a few metres down the road and Xavier saw that the man had apparently lost interest in them, and was just picking up their money from the street, he whispered to Holly to run. She turned and fled, and Xavier was just behind her. He turned the corner down the street but peered back just in time to see the man lift the package in his hand to his head and take what looked like a long drink. He stopped running and called out to Holly that they were safe after all. "I think he's going to blow our money on alcohol!" he said, disgusted. "I don't think he's armed. We could go get our money back." "Forget him! Let's go home," she said. "Naw man! We can't just let him get away with this! We should a least tell the police! He's going to blow our money on alcohol and probably drugs! We can't let him get away with that!" "You don't know for sure that he doesn't have a knife or that he won't throw stones at us," Holly argued, reasonably. Xavier was working himself up into a temper, angry at this display of his impotence in front of this beautiful woman. He was so angry that he wanted to cry, but he reasoned that that would have been the worst thing that he could do. "And besides," he said running out of steam, at last, "he's just got the last of my money. I can't afford a taxi and my roommate's not there to spot me the money if we just take one now; sorry." What happened next was unexpected. Holly laughed! At first Xavier cringed. Then he realised that she was holding on to him for support, and that she was giggling, uncontrollably, between fits of laughter. He began to laugh too. Could it be possible that this girl was so cool? Xavier decided that she really was, when smiling at him, she linked her arm into his, and leaned against him, exhorting him to walk her home. This time, Xavier didn't fight the impulse to kiss her. He did so many times during their walk back to her townhouse. It was well over two hours later when they reached Holly's townhouse complex. They had strolled, arm-in-arm, the entire way. She lived with three other girls in rented accommodations in Mona Heights, near the UWI Campus. Xavier had wanted to enjoy her company a little longer; hear her giggle again, and feel her feet nestle against his in the grass in the park across the street from where she lived. She had begun to tire though and had had to take her shoes off for the last bit of their trek. Their date had been a disaster. Not only had they been robbed but they had also had a run in with a security guard when they had tried to stop for a few minutes to rest. "You two have to move away from here," the guard had said. "I don't want you loitering in the plaza.' Xavier grabbed Holly's arm and pulled her away before she realised that the guard thought her a prostitute and him her client. It had been an embarrassing episode but all the more so because he could not get the image out of his head of himself holding her down over one of the planters in the parking lot, and fucking her. **** Xavier found himself spending so much time with Holly and thinking about her even when he was not actually with her that he had to ask for a six month extension for the submission of his thesis. He was philosophical about this as he stroked Holly's hair, gently as she lay next to him on the bed. The time during which he had known her had been an education for him as he had wanted it to be. That it was also an adventure was a boon. He had always been confident about his ability to do great things because of his intellect, but with Holly in his corner he felt a strength that he could not explain. He only knew how addictive it was to feel whole, a part of a strong unit. Xavier snuggled up behind Holly and put his arm around her, protectively. He let his hand rest just under her breasts, and held her close. When she didn't pull away from him, he pressed his hard-on against the crack of her ass, just a little. He was surprised when the girl leaned into him, making him even harder. Despite the fact that they had been dating and sleeping together for five months it was a surprise to him that she was there. He found that he always wanted to hold her close, despite the fact that he didn't want her to think him either desperate, or a pervert, and bolt. He remembered the first time that he had touched her like that. He had even planned to deny rubbing up against her, if she had protested. He buried his nose in her hair and sniffed to get more of her scent, and to mark the moment; a habit that he had formed since meeting her. They had had many special moments and he wanted to remember them all. Holly stiffened. "Did you just smell me?" she asked. 'Yes," Xavier confessed reluctantly, preparing himself mentally, again, for rejection. Surely, even Holly couldn't tolerate this much of his foolishness. He let go of her. Holly giggled. "Well?" she asked. "Well, what?" "How did I measure up?" she asked amused. "Am I closer to a bunch of roses or to engine oil?" Xavier laughed, relieved. "You're great!" he whispered. "I just can't get over the fact that you're here with me!" Holly turned in his arms and offered her slightly-open mouth to him. He kissed her, willingly, his tongue exploring her mouth before he became playful and kissed her forehead as if she were a little girl; and all over her face. He brushed the hair behind her ear and licked the tip of her nose. He cuddled her protectively. It was Friday, their usual night to be together, a macabre homage to their first disastrous date. Holly had graduated from being with Xavier into the wee hours of Sunday morning, to remaining with him long past the rising of the sun. He always wanted to give her some early Saturday morning pleasure before life began to set in for the weekend. Then he would kick her out of bed good-naturedly to get them both going since they each had things to accomplish, none of which would ever happen with him snuggling deep between her tits; a thing that they both seemed to love spending time doing. This morning was different though. Xavier did not want Holly to leave him for the day. His annoyance was with his thesis, for not being finished so that he could spend guilt-free time with her. "Come back to bed, darling," he murmured. "Hum some tunes to me. You know the ones I like." He kissed her deeply and then, more gently before the playful tickling began as Holly hummed some of the love songs that they had learned together by having the radio on for company as they cuddled after each of their sessions together. It was part of Xavier's moment-marking, a thing that they were both beginning to love. "Play with my castanets, while I play with your bongos," he teased, grinning as Holly rolled her eyes at his terrible joke. "Let's make some music, baby!" he persisted. He reached over and palmed her breast, taking its weight and lowering his head to kiss and suckle her erect nipple. He let it go, giving the nipple a last lick and admiring how the nub glistened with his saliva. He grinned at her. 'I won't ever find work as a stand-up comedian, but you love me anyway, don't you?' he sighed. He rolled on top of her and pushed her hair out of the way so that he could gaze at her face again before he rubbed his nose against hers. His leg forced a space open between her legs and he nestled down, allowing his cock to rest in the slick moisture of her open pussy lips. He rocked back and forth teasing her clit with his hard member, humming tunelessly back at her. Then a wave of realisation of how much he was beginning to fall in love with her swept over him, and he paused to look at her again. "Come," he said gently, and kissed her again. "I need you." Holly smiled at him and opened her legs wider, allowing him to enter her. Xavier reached down and guided his erect cock toward her tight opening. He placed it at the entrance, savouring the moment when he would enter her, as he had done on all of the previous occasions when they had made love. It was something that never became stale for him, the wonder at being with a warm-blooded woman in this way. Holly shifted impatiently, and Xavier bore down on her, entering her with one slow, deep stroke. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in, just as deliberately, enjoying the groans of the woman beneath him. He kept doing this, undulating his pelvis as he had learned from his favourite porn videos. He pushed his hand between their bodies and inserted a finger between her moist lips and tickled her clit. Holly gasped and dug her finger nails into his arm, spurring him on. He rode into, and away from her body more vigorously, having received permission to proceed. Not being quite an athlete, Xavier puffed and blew, squeezing Holly's breast lovingly as he lay on top of her, resting his head on her chest as he took a little breather before beginning his ride again. Holly cuddled him, and kissed his hair; and again, that wave of love swept over him again. Then he knelt between her legs and hoisted them to his shoulders, as he had seen done online so many times, so that he could enter her more deeply. He see-sawed in and out of her body for several minutes, stretching her gradually, until he felt her clamp around him, and release a flood of warm liquid around his throbbing cock as her body juddered, uncontrollably for several minutes. And the knowledge that he had caused her to have an orgasm, just as he had managed to do last night and last week and the week before that, pushed him over the edge as well. His balls tightened, and he trembled, and crying out her name, he allowed himself to be swept away in the torrent of emotion and pleasure that he still did not understand. He was still new to this, and what he lacked in finesse he made up for in enthusiasm, and so his delight in Holly was the thing that kept them coming back to each other for more. Xavier cuddled Holly long after his orgasms subsided. He did not want to let her go, but he was sure that they would have a lifetime together in which to share their off-beat sense of humour, their successes and quirky disappointments. They were strong together and he was sure that he had made one hell of a score in finding her. Xavier Smith *Disclaimer: Any persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * Chapter 1 In 1971, ODAE, an oil-exploration company, sent a team of its engineers and geologists to Coasta Del Sol, Panama to see if offshore drilling for oil would be feasible. Thankfully for the pristine coast town, it was not and after six months of surveys, core samples, and meteorological studies, ODAE called their crew back to New Orleans. John Smith, an engineer with ODAE left behind a broken-hearted nineteen-year-old girl, Carmen Perez. Two weeks later, she looked up from her task, cleaning the fish that her father and her brothers brought in, to see a familiar figure walking toward her. She squealed with delight and John smiled as she ran up to greet him. I have come to talk to your father," the thirty one year old told the girl. Over dinner, Miguel Perez listened as the American professed his love for Carmen and his desire to provide for her. "You will be taking her back to America?" Miguel asked. "Yes sir," John said. "I am sorry, I know it will be a hardship on your family to lose her and I plan to compensate you for this loss." "How do you propose to do that?" Miguel asked. It would not be a hardship; Carmen's younger brother needed to quit wasting his time playing American baseball with the other children and begin helping out in the family livelihood. At twelve years old, it was high time Eduardo learned the value of hard work. But Miguel was, at heart, a businessman. "I know this is so little, please do not be insulted," John said and lay ten one hundred dollar bills on the table in front of Miguel. Carmen, eye pressed to a crack in the door, gasped as she saw the exorbitant amount of money her American beau was prepared to pay for her hand in marriage. All of her life, she was the chubby girl, the one the other children teased. When she became a teenager, her few friends did tell her that she was very pretty; it was a shame none would ever notice. At nineteen years old, Carmen Perez was five feet and two inches tall, but tipped the doctor's scale at two hundred and forty pounds. When the ODAE men descended on their fishing village, many of the girls vied heartily for the attention of the American men with their many dollars. Carmen did not bother to try; they would not look at her twice. When John Smith politely asked her for a dance, he had her heart from the first smile. He had her heart for all eternity when he pressed his lips to hers. "What is wrong with you?" Miguel demanded as she sobbed, broken hearted, when the bus took the entire ODAE taskforce to the airport. How could she explain to him, how could she tell her father, a hard-working, practical man, that she had dared to fall in love with a blond haired, blue eyed man from America? Many of the village girls looked on with envy and some with hostility, as the Perez family prepared for the wedding, the marriage of their daughter to an American. When the news that the American had paid one thousand dollars to Miguel Perez, there was nearly a riot in Coasta Del Sol. The militia patrolled the streets to keep the peace until after the wedding. ---- Carmen Smith could not stop gaping at the large airplane that would carry them to America. Once inside the large contraption, she was overwhelmed at the luxury. The outfits the women wore were a little scandalous, but perhaps that was how the women of America dressed, with no regard to the display of their flesh. John put her next to the window, so that she could look out and see the world as they flew. The plane began to taxi down the runway at a dizzying speed and Carmen screamed as she saw the ground suddenly rush away from them; the plane lifting up into the sky. John put his arm over her shoulder and she looked into his smiling blue eyes and knew that, even if the airplane plummeted to the earth, John Smith would protect her. ---- New Orleans International Airport also overwhelmed her, but John Smith steered them quickly to the luggage carousel and took their baggage in hand. He negotiated the confusing melee with no trouble and brought them outside. The expanse of the parking lot seemed endless to her and she was exhausted by the time he located his 1970 Pontiac Bonneville. : Are you a millionaire?" she asked him, incredulous, as she settled into the plush interior of the American automobile. "No, no, my love," he laughed. "All Americans live like this. Well, most of them do." The small ranch style house John Smith lived in was further proof to her that John Smith was far too modest about his extreme wealth. She trembled, excited and afraid, when her husband showed her their room, the bed that they would be sharing. Her apprehension grew as he began to remove his madras shirt and khaki trousers. He smiled reassuringly at her and she tried to return his smile. His kisses distracted her, his touches excited her, and she gasped, giggled and cooed as she undressed her. The tall blonde man laid his young bride on the bed and then finished undressing himself. She looked at his erect manhood and fought the urge to giggle. It looked so funny, sticking out like a twig from a large tree. His muscular arms looked like branches, his muscular legs looked like a strong trunk, but his small manhood just looked out of place. "Tomorrow, my dear Carmen, we will shave your armpits and your legs and your pussy," he whispered, then kissed her passionately. "But tonight, we will make you a woman." He sucked on her large nipples and caused her to gasp and purr. She was slightly embarrassed when he licked and sucked and nibbled at her large belly. Her eyes flew open and she thrust her hands downward when she felt his hot breath on her womanhood. "No, no, my beloved," she protested. "That is unclean!" "Oh, no, my sweet Carmen," he laughed and firmly pried her hands away from her pussy. Within moments, her large thighs were crushing his head to her pussy and he would have laughed as she screamed and howled in orgasm. Would have laughed if he could breathe. "Suck it," he demanded and pressed his cock to her lips. To demonstrate, he took one of her plump fingers and made oral love to her digit. She was a fast learner and delighted in hearing his grunts of pleasure. She did cough and choke as he pumped a large amount of some odd substance into her mouth and looked at him a little oddly as he demanded that she swallow. "Are you going to put that in me now?" she asked, trembling with apprehension and excitement. "Yes, my dear, dear Carmen," he said and put the head of his cock to the mouth of her pussy. Her hymen was quite strong and she sobbed as he forced his way into her. He tenderly kissed her tears away and promised her that it would not hurt the next time they made love. What a funny way of putting it. He hurt her tremendously, but he called it 'making love.' Chapter 2 Miguel Perez found that being wealthy could be very unhealthy. Twice now, he'd had to fend off masked intruders that were looking for his money. He also found that he did miss Carmen; almost daily, Eduardo would abandon his chores and run off to play baseball with his friends. "Waa, waa," Miguel taunted the twelve year old boy. "I am big baby, I want to play, and I don't want to work." "Shut up," Eduardo said and received a slap to his face. "You will mind your father," Miguel said and slapped the boy again. ---- Carmen luxuriated in the large bathtub and luxuriated under the ministrations of her husband. He used a perfumed soap on a very soft cloth and lovingly scrubbed every square inch of her body. She giggled and laughed as he used a soft bristle brush on her toenails. She looked on as he lathered up her left leg with a minty smelling white foam, and then used a razor to remove the coarse hairs from her leg. As he repeated the process on the right leg, she again and again felt the silky smoothness of her left leg. "So soft," she murmured. She looked on with interest as he removed the hair from her underarms. It tickled tremendously, but she gritted her teeth and fought the urge to giggle; the razor was very sharp indeed. When he drained the sudsy water from the tub and then applied the minty foam to her pussy, she again gritted her teeth; the strange coolness made her pussy feel quite overheated. When he was finished with the razor, and applied the soft cloth to her now smooth pubic mound, she gasped, and then grunted in orgasm. Any sexual euphoria vanished when she looked into the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. What she saw disgusted her; a fat blob, large breasts and large belly hanging down. Her husband's protestations that she was beautiful did little to lift her spirits. She resolved then and there to do something about it. She cut out all the sweet things that she loved to eat; and John had a large pantry just full of the sweets she loved. She also began to exercise. She made him drive her around the block so that she could see how far it would be before she reached their house again. The first few weeks, once around the block left her dazed, wheezing and gasping. The winter months did bring some relief to the daunting humidity, but by the time winter rolled around, Carmen had improved her walking to a slight jog, and had increased it to five times around the block. By the time summer rolled around again, Carmen was running around the small block a total of twenty fie times before slowing to a jog for another five rounds. At the church she and John attended, she met other Spanish-speaking women and formed friendships with them. Two of them, Rosita and Lynne, were militant feminists and openly gay. Over and over, they berated Carmen for her marriage, for being married to an older man, for not having a job, not earning her own money. By summer's end, Carmen weighed one hundred and thirty four pounds. Men, and a few women, started noticing her, started greeting her as she ran past their houses. Her new, sexy figure, her new ideology, and her new appetite for sex were the source of many arguments in the Smith home. John felt quite threatened by the very attractive young lady in his home; it was one thing to be married to a fat blob that was completely dependent on him. Quite another thing indeed to be married to a very attractive, self-assured, and demanding twenty-year-old feminist. Her requests for sexual attention had turned into demands for sexual gratification. When he failed to satisfy her, she was quite vocal about her disapproval. Chapter 3 Jose, Ricardo, and Eduardo put the paper sacks they'd cut eye slits into over their heads. Silently, they approached Miguel's bedroom. Miguel lay in his bed, snoring drunkenly. The liter of tequila that Jose had given to him lay, empty, on the floor. At a signal, the three brothers raised their clubs, fashioned out of discarded boat oars and began striking the sleeping form. When they were sure he had breathed his last, they began to search the house. They found seven of the one hundred dollar bills tucked away in the Family Bible. "Where are the other three bills?" Ricardo asked. "How should I know?" Jose asked. "He may have spent it." "Or you already pocketed it," Eduardo accused. Jose raised his club and struck the boy. Ricardo, believing Jose's lashing out to be a sign of his guilt, struck Jose with his own bloody club. None that looked at Ricardo would believe him to be anything but the grieving son and brother. All in Costa del Sol vowed they would find the cowardly villains that killed three in one family. "And for what?" they asked one another. "For a few American dollars? Can those American dollars save their souls when they perish? No!" ---- Carmen grieved over the loss of her father and two of her three brothers. Instead of turning to her husband for solace and strength, she turned away from him. If he had not brought her here to this strange country, she may have been able to prevent the murder of her family. "Hello," Greg Beckett smiled as Carmen jogged past his house. "Hello," she smiled back. Greg was an attractive young man who often cut his grass without a shirt on. More than once, when Carmen endured John's clumsy attempts at making love, she imagined it was the younger, more attractive Greg that was plunging his cock in and out of her pussy. "Looking kind of hot there, I'll have a beer waiting for you next time you come around, Greg offered. She slowed to a brisk walk on her next go around and slowed to a steady walk as she approached the smiling Greg. "Thank you," she smiled and accepted the cold bottle. "Whoa, whoa, easy there!" Greg laughed as she drank deeply of the cold beverage. "That's not water, you know!" She hummed happily to herself as she fixed their dinner. Even as she dieted, she still enjoyed the simple art of cooking and preparing a meal. "What are you so happy about?" John asks suspiciously. Happiness, humming were not the usual greetings he got when he returned home from work. "Nothing, can't I be happy?" she asked him, giggling slightly. She fought down the urge to giggle again as he undressed in their bedroom; Greg's cock was easily twice the size of John's. He was also much more skilled than John when it came to how to use his cock. Within minutes, John was hearing an earful of how inept he was at satisfying his wife. ---- Four months later, the telltale signs where there. Her period, which had never been regular, was several weeks late. Her breasts, still quite large despite her remarkable weight loss, were very tender. The nausea in the morning confirmed it as far as she was concerned, but John insisted that she see a doctor to be sure. "Great, just great," she complained when the doctor confirmed her fears. "Now I will be all fat and ugly again." "No, no, my love," an ecstatic John hastened to assure her. "Pregnant women are beautiful!" "Go to Hell, John Smith," Carmen said bitterly. ---- He felt a little ill, a little warm, so John told his supervisor he was going home early. "Yeah, John, you do look a little peaked," his boss agreed. "See you tomorrow." As he drove toward their home, he saw his wife, out on her daily run. She slowed to a brisk walk and he was about to tap the horn, to alert her of his presence when she veered up Greg Beckett's driveway and opened the front door of Greg's house. Two hours later, slightly drunk and fully satisfied, Carmen Smith let herself into her home. "Had fun?" John asked her. She screamed, startled. "What are you doing here?" she shrilled. In answer, he gripped the front of her cotton shorts and gave a hearty jerk. The material ripped easily, baring her hairless pussy to his gaze. Greg's semen still oozed from her stretched, gaping pussy and raw anus. "Is it mine?" John asked. "The baby, is it even mine?" "I doubt if you are man enough to father a child," she sneered. She played the part of grieving widow at the funeral and feigned confusion over why John Smith would put his shotgun into his mouth and end his life. Chapter 4 Greg Beckett did not want a wife and certainly did not want a wife and a child. Fucking her was fine; when they were finished fucking, she'd go home. "You, you do not love me?" she asked, truly shocked, dumbfounded. "Love you?" he laughed. "Baby, you're all fun and games, dig? Love? No, no, I don't love you, stupid whore." For a brief moment, she truly regretted driving John to suicide. He may have been an older man, a not very well endowed man, but he was a loving man and a good man. "I am a stupid whore," she agreed. "But I am not stupid enough to ever return here." "No loss, that," he laughed. "Easy enough to find another Mexican cunt." "I am not Mexican," she hissed, disgusted that he would even think that. "I am Panamanian." "Same difference," he laughed again. ---- Miguel Xavier Smith was born May 27, 1973. One look told Carmen that John Smith was the father; Xavier had John's eyes. John's eyes had been big, blue orbs, whereas Greg's were a mud brown, much like her own. His hair was also a light brown; Greg's hair was dark like her own. He was a whiney, sickly baby who needed constant attention. Carmen was both overwhelmed and angry and retreated to the bottle. Greg had gotten her hooked on beer, but soon after the birth of Xavier, she found that beer wasn't enough and started on vodka. Before Xavier's first birthday, Carmen was guzzling a fifth of vodka a day. He spent many hours in his crib, hungry and in his own filth; mother too drunk to crawl to him, too drunk to care for him. Being drunk did not stop her from finding a parade of men to fill her three holes. Each drunken contact, she was sure, would be the one, the right man to relieve her of the squalor and misery that her life had become. She did not bother looking into a mirror because her clothing told her the story; she was again becoming the fat blob she was when John Smith had carried her to America. Each night, she would resolve to begin exercising again on the following morning. On the following morning, her first action was to pour herself a large glass of vodka and orange juice and her resolve to seize control of her life would melt faster than the ice cubes in her drink. One night, at Fantastic Lounge, she met Mickey, a very large biker. He bought her a few drinks, told her a few jokes, then put her on the back of his hog. The young man Carmen had hired to baby-sit Xavier took one look at Mickey and ran. Four days later, the neighbors called the police; there was a foul stench coming from the Smiths' home. ---- Miguel Xavier Smith bounced from one foster home to another in the Greater New Orleans area. Like his mother, he found solace and comfort in food. He certainly found no solace or comfort in the machinery of the foster care system. To nearly all of the families, he was a source of income. Beyond that, he was a bother, a nuisance. When he was in his early teens, he stood at five feet nine inches and weighed nearly three hundred pounds. "Hey fat fuck," Elliot Johnson taunted. "You're fat and your momma was a fat whore and your daddy was a fat fag." Mrs. Johnson, if she heard her son, ignored him. She was a shrill woman that doted on her precious angel and would hear no ill words about him. Her husband had tired of competing with his son for his wife's attentions and so left the family. The income from Xavier and Bonita was her only source of income; she could not file for divorce, alimony and child support; if the foster care system found out that she was a single woman, they would remove Xavier and Bonita from her care. "Your mom sucked black cock and so did your daddy," Elliot went on. "What did you do to my baby?" Mrs. Johnson screamed, as Elliot lay unconscious on the floor, left eye already beginning to purple. She reached out to slap the ungrateful little bastard. He struck her twice before she knew what had happened. She regretted calling Mrs. Bonham; an investigation revealed that there was no Mr. Johnson on the premises. Both Xavier and Bonita were removed from the Johnson household, thus removing Mrs. Johnson's source of income. Also, without the distraction of unruly foster children, Mrs. Johnson was left to face the ugly truth; her child was a loud, disrespectful brat. Chapter 5 "Harder, damn it!" Max screamed. "You fucking pussy, harder!" Xavier grunted and hefted the three hundred pound weights. "Hold it! Fucking let it go and I'll kick the shit out of you!" Max screamed in Xavier's ear. Sweat dripped off of Xavier's face and his arms were beginning to shake from the strain of holding the bar, but he dared not let it go; Max would make good his promise. Xavier Smith "Put the God damned weights up, fucking pussy," Max sneered. "As soon as you change your tampon, give me ten laps around." Ten laps around the perimeter of the gym was one mile exactly and Xavier knew that Max did not mean to walk that mile. He meant for Xavier to run it and run it at full speed. The nineteen-year-old college freshman got to his feet and started running as hard as he could. "God damned!" Max screamed at him as he passed him. "Did I say 'skip?'? Run, pussy, run!" He pushed himself harder and still he could not catch up with the fifty six year old trainer. "You are fucking pathetic," Max screamed as he passed the kid again. "Your first match is in five days," Max reminded him as they stood in the shower. "Five fucking days from now, you are going to get the shit kicked out of you unless you can fucking pick up the pace, fucking pussy." He got dressed and grabbed his textbooks from his locker. "Bye, little girl," Max sneered. "Have fun in school today; don't let any of the big boys take your lunch money again." ---- Donna smiled as the handsome boy sat down next to her in their Sociology class. She could tell that he liked her, but he was far too shy to simply look over and ask her out. "Hey Donna," Brad Litsinger smiled knowingly. "Oh, hey Brad," she giggled. "Listen, you doing anything tonight?" Brad asked. She looked over at Xavier; his ears were red as he eavesdropped in on their conversation. "No, why?" she giggled. "What'd you have in mind?" "You know," he laughed and walked off. ---- "I don't even know why the fuck I'm here," Max grumbled as they sat in the dressing room. "You ain't got a fucking shot in Hell." "Three minutes," Joe said from the doorway. "Oh, that's right, they want somebody to put the fucking bandages on your little boo-boos," Max said as Xavier began to pump his arms and jog in place, getting his heart rate up. Dwight Richards sat in the opponent's corner smiled as Xavier Smith and his trainer entered the ring. Xavier looked nervous to the kid; as well he should. This was Dwight's fifth semi-professional fight and it was only Xavier's first. Dwight had won all four of his previous fights, three with knockouts. Xavier had not expected to be this nervous; he'd been in hundreds of fights ever since knocking Elliot Johnson out. This, however, was the first one that was on a semi-professional level and against someone else that had trained to fight. The combatants were introduced, the rules given, then they were sent to their corners to wait for the bell. "Throw the first fucking punch," Max ordered. "Don't be a big fucking pussy and wait for him; get your fucking ass in there and throw the first punch." The bell rang and Xavier charged into Dwight Richards. By the third round, Dwight's trainer was considering throwing in the towel; Dwight's face was nearly unrecognizable. "What the fuck are you doing in there?" Max screamed in Xavier's ear. "Quit kissing him and let's go home!" Dwight's trainer tossed the towel into the ring, ending the fight before the bell could ring for the fourth round. ---- The fight had given him some confidence. He walked into the classroom, saw the pretty co-ed and walked over to her. Even though he was looking at her, he was actually looking at a spot on the desk just over her shoulder, distracting himself from her blonde beauty so that he wouldn't lose his nerve. "Hey, um, you um you want to go and get some um Chinese or something?" Xavier asked Donna. "Sure," she giggled and gave him her phone number. He borrowed Max's car and picked her up at her parent's apartment. She was sucking his cock before he had the car out of the parking lot. After dinner she pulled him into the back seat of the car and stripped completely nude. "Oh yeah, Baby," she laughed as she straddled his cock. "Fuck me! Fuck me good, Baby!" Xavier was in love. It was his first time with anything but his hand and it felt great. Chapter 6 Rumors began to reach Xavier's ears that Donna was fucking around on him. She denied it, of course, but he began to wonder. Some nights she wasn't available and her parents couldn't tell him where she was or who she was with. ---- "God damn it, get your fucking mind out of her cunt!" Max screamed at him. The bell for Round Two rang and Xavier got to his feet. Both Max and his opponent could tell that Xavier wasn't anywhere in the ring. He was going through the motions, but wasn't paying attention. "Fucking deserved it," Max spat. "Fucking deserves to be a big fucking loser. How's it feel, pussy? Like being a loser? 'Cause that's what you are, a big fucking loser." It had taken all twelve rounds and his opponent had won on points but Xavier knew his trainer was right. Whether he lost by points or by a knockout, it was still a loss and losing didn't feel very good. ---- Donna was talking very excitedly about the party at the Sigma Phi Iota frat house. "You are going, right?" she hugged Xavier. "They're going to have this live band there an all! You have to go!" He dressed in his khakis and a pull over sweater and walked to the frat house. The music was unbearably loud and not very good, but the majority of the party-attendees were so drunk it didn't matter. There was no sign of Donna anywhere so Xavier walked around, nodding in greeting to a few acquaintances (he had no friends, no one he felt close to, other than Donna.) "Hey, where's the bathroom?" He asked Brad Litsinger, one of the frat boys. "Upstairs, second door on the left, I think," Brad yelled back. He walked up the stairs and saw two frat boys exit the second door on the left, congratulating each other. Xavier smirked to himself as they avoided eye contact with him. He opened the second door on the left and made eye contact with Donna. One frat boy was ramming her pussy from behind while three more waited their turn. "Hey!" she laughed drunkenly. "You made it!" He closed the door, found the bathroom and emptied both his bladder and his stomach. Thankfully, the band decided to take a break. "Find everything okay?" Brad laughed at him. "Uh huh," Xavier said, and rushed to the front door of the frat house. "Bye, loser!" Brad laughed. Xavier ignored him and continued toward the door. "What a fucking pussy," Brad laughed to one of his friends. "Yeah?" Xavier asked him. "Think I'm a pussy, huh?" "No, bitch," Brad laughed. "I KNOW you're a pussy!" "Yeah?" Xavier smirked. "Think you can go a couple of rounds with me? I mean, since I' a pussy and all..." "Dude, get the fuck out of here!" Brad laughed. "I'd fucking kill you!" Brad Litsinger was six foot six and weighed two hundred and forty pounds. He was a first string nose tackle. Looking at Xavier, he knew he'd have absolutely no trouble knocking the boy down. "Then let's go, cunt," Xavier said. "Aw, fuck off, pussy, before you get hurt," Brad sneered. "I mean, you want to do this before you blow me, or after?" Xavier asked. A few of his buddies jeered and Brad lost his smile. "Want to take that back while you can, Smith?" Brad asked. "Oh, I'm sorry," Xavier smiled. "You didn't want anyone to know you're a big cock sucker?" Brad threw a punch, which Xavier easily blocked. Brad was stunned when Xavier's punch loosened one of his teeth. "Fucking lucky," he lisped and threw another punch. His jaw shattered at Xavier's second punch. Three of his ribs broke at Xavier's third and fourth punch. There was no fifth punch; Xavier wouldn't hit a man when he was down. ---- "Cool," Donna sneered. "Real fucking cool, Xavier." She stood, hands on hips, glaring at him. Other students that were filing into the Sociology class gave them their undivided attention. "What the hell are you mad about?" Xavier asked her "Fuck!" she spat. "Did you have to fuck Brad all up and shit? Just 'cause I was fucking around?" "No, I didn't have to fuck Brad all up 'cause you were fucking around," Xavier said. "I fucked him up because I felt like fucking him up. You're being a fucking whore has nothing to do with it." "You knew what I am," she hissed. "You knew what I was before we even started dating." ---- "Litsinger," Coach shook his head. "It never ever occurred to you to stop and think 'why is this guy, half my size, not afraid of me?'" Brad mumbled something, but Coach wasn't really listening. "Litsinger, that tells me, that tells me that you are a dumb ass," Coach said. "And there is no room on my team for a dumb ass." Brad mumbled something, protesting. Coach shook his head and pointed to the door of his office. "Bye, Litsinger," Coach said. "Get your stuff out of your locker." ---- "Hey, mother fucker," a guy sneered. Xavier smiled; he'd been expecting the frat boys of Sigma Phi Iota to retaliate. News of Brad Lit singer's being removed from the football team had traveled very quickly. News of Brad's leaving campus traveled almost as quickly. Donna had screamed at him about it, but all he did was flip her the finger. "Hey cock sucker, come for some man juice?" Xavier smiled. "Ain't going to be smiling much longer," the boy sneered as four more frat boys joined him. "Oh, I think I will," Xavier smiled and pulled Max's nine-millimeter pistol from his pants pocket. "Hey!" one of the boys protested. "It worth dying for?" Xavier asked and pointed the gun at the biggest one of the now cowering boys. Chapter 7 "God damn!" Max screamed. "I am sixty nine years old! Sixty nine fucking years old, and I'm STILL beating the shit out of you, you pussy!" Xavier smiled. The man was still running laps around the gym faster, because Xavier was letting him beat him. The stroke had left Max with a bit of slurred speech now, but with Xavier's loving help, the man was gaining strength daily. "What are you going to do, pussy?" Max screamed. "He's going to beat the shit out of you, and what are you going to do about it? Cry?" ---- The Georgia World Convention Center had the marquee announcing the upcoming Saturday night WBO heavyweight contest. Xavier and Max flew in on Wednesday night, to get acclimated to the altitude. "Man, you got to go to Big Daddy's," the guy staying in the hotel room next to Xavier's praised. "Oh?" Xavier asked politely. "Yeah, fucking bitches take everything off, man!" the guy laughed. "I ain't seen that much pussy in my life! And these ain't all tired out whores neighed! These are grade-A pussies. Little bitch I had rubbing up and down on me said she was a fucking freshman over at Georgia Tech!" "No shit, huh?" Xavier said. "Yeah, Big Daddy's, don't forget it," the guy said and disappeared into his room. "What the fuck, huh?" Max said, spittle spraying. "Nice, young cunts, huh?" "Fine, fine, Max, we'll go," Xavier, laughed. "But if Emily asks me, I'm telling her it "was all your idea. "She ain't going to ask, and if she does, so what?" Max said, affecting a bravado he did not feel. Xavier smiled; Max's wife, Emily, ran their household with an iron fist. Tough as nails in the gym, profane at ringside, Max was a meek, mild-mannered mouse at home. Big Daddy's was a three-block walk from the hotel so the two men went after eating at a local steak house. "Good evening, gentlemen," a burly bouncer greeted them, and then smiled widely. "Aw, fuck yeah! You Xavier Smith, ain't you?" "Yes I am," Xavier smiled. "Man, I dropped a thousand dollars on you to take Washington in the eighth round," the man laughed. "And you go on and knock his ass out in the fourth!" "Well, shit, if you'd told me, I'd taken it easy on him the first seven rounds!" Xavier smiled. "I heard that," the bouncer laughed. "I heard that! Y'all have yourselves a good time in there." "Got tickets to the fight Saturday night?" Max asked the bouncer. "Nah, man, them tickets already up to two hundred bucks for all the way in the back, know what I'm saying?" the bouncer said. He jabbed a finger playfully in Xavier's chest. "And I done learned my lesson with you, man, I ain't betting no more on them fights!" He said. "Here you go, bring a buddy," Max said and handed the bouncer two tickets for the fourth row. "Hey!" the bouncer yelled out to the manager. "Put these two in the Hot Box!" Xavier was bored. Max was having a great time ogling the nineteen and twenty year old strippers, guzzling the 'complimentary' champagne and stuffing dollar bills into the girls' garters. "Hey, you don't look like you're all too happy," a woman laughed into Xavier's ear. "No, no," he lied. "I'm fine, just tired, that's all." "Eddie says you're some kind of athlete," the girl smiled. "You do look like you're in pretty good shape." "Yeah?" he smiled. "You look pretty fit too." "Oh, I am," she laughed. "In fact, I bet I can do something you can't." "Honey," he smiled. "I'll bet there's a LOT of things you can do that I can't." "You know what I mean," she laughed and slapped his arm playfully. "But here, I'll show you. Watch." She pulled the cork out of the champagne bottle and dropped it onto the table in front of Xavier. Then she got on top of the table and squatted down. "You watching?" she asked, needlessly. "Uh huh," Xavier said and watched the long legged brunette squat down over the champagne cork. She picked the cork up with her vaginal muscles and raised herself up slightly. "Put the bottle on the table," she ordered and Xavier did. She squatted down over the bottle's mouth, taking it into her pussy, She bounced up and down a couple of times, then suddenly stood up, leaving the bottle still on the table. "Ta da," she laughed and jumped down from the table. Xavier looked and smiled widely; the cork was back in the mouth of the bottle. It was in there loosely, but it was in there. "Now, that, that takes muscles," she laughed, and playfully pinched his bicep. "Think you can do that?" "No, Honey, I don't think I can do that," he smiled. "So, what's your name?" she asked as she rubbed her thirty nine Double D breasts against his back, leaning over and whispering in his ear. "Xavier. Xavier Smith," he said. "Mine's Bucky Kent," she said and lightly sucked on his ear lobe. "Bucky?" he asked, frowning. "Yeah, well, my real name's Linda. Linda Loos," she smiled and switched sides so she was whispering into his other ear. "But you know, you're supposed to take your pet's name and the name of the street you lived on and that's your porn name." "So, your cat's name was Bucky?" he asked. "Who the fuck said it was a cat?" she asked in a surly tone. "Fucking cats are useless animals. Any animal that acts like it's doing you a favor for eating your food has some problems." "So it was a dog, I take it?" he asked. "Yeah, well, really, it was my older brother's dog," she agreed and swiveled around him, looking into his eyes. "You got nice eyes. Brother was a fucking retard. My dog's name was Buster. But a dancer named Buster just didn't sound like it'd go over all that hot, you know?" "So, Bucky Ken," Xavier smiled and slid a twenty-dollar bill into her garter. "Kent," she corrected. "Bucky Kent. I grew up on Kent Street, in Metairie, Louisiana." "No shit?" he laughed. "Yeah, shit hole suburb right outside of New Orleans," she said. "Honey, I know right where Metairie is; I live in Kenner," he smiled. "Yeah?" she smiled. In the bad lighting, Xavier did not notice that the smile never reached Linda's eyes. ---- A couple of the dancers from Big Daddies did go to the fight; Max had given out a total of twenty tickets to the girls that night. Eddie, the bouncer, sold his tickets for eight hundred dollars apiece. "Shit man, fucking fight's on television, know what I'm saying?" he laughed. The girls screamed and hooted and cheered as Xavier and Max made their way to the ring and Max smiled widely at them. "Fight's on TV," Xavier smiled. "Better hope Emily's not watching." "Aw fuck Emily," Max sneered, but quit smiling at the dancers. Bucky screamed and cheered, watching the fight on the plasma screen television at Big Daddies. She'd sold her ticket for twelve hundred; Max had given her a ringside seat. "Your little hot ass ain't here," Max, commented, looking at the large black guy that was sitting in the seat. "Guess she knew you were going to get your fucking ass kicked." "Uh huh," Xavier agreed. Bucky jumped down and ordered a Long Island Ice Tea and sat down to watch the fight. "What the fuck you doing?" Marcus screamed at her. "You ain't on a fucking break!" "Watching my man get ready kick some ass," she screamed back and pointed to the screen. "Soon as it's over, get your ass back to work," Marcus sullenly agreed. She was back to work in less than five minutes; Xavier knocked the man out in the second round. As Xavier and Max left the ring, the commentators made a few comments about all the attractive women from the fourth row that swarmed around Xavier Smith. "Well, I tell you, Frank," Ben, said. "If I had all them women in my fan club, I'd get into the ring." "Uh huh," Frank laughed. "Ben there's not a real big fan club for dead men." "Frank, Frank Kagel, telling it like it is," Ben smiled at the camera. "We'll be back after these messages. ---- "Yeah, yeah," Xavier smiled. "Send her up." "He's in Room fourteen forty-one," the clerk told Bucky. "Thank you," she smiled and sauntered to the elevators, knowing full and well the clerk's eyes were glued to her shorts, her long legs and the two crescents of her ass peeking out. "Hi," he smiled as she came into the room. "Fantastic fight," Bucky praised. "Yeah, well," he smiled. She looked good in just a sports bra and shorts. Her long brown hair was done up in a ponytail, making her look younger than her twenty-two years. Her four-inch heels made her long legs look even longer, and made her two inches taller than him. "So, you up to fucking or what?" she asked. "Damn, Bucky, why don't you just come out and say it, huh?" Xavier said, shocked at her blunt attitude. "Hey, why beat around the bush?" she laughed and unzipped her shorts. "Remember?" she asked, leaning very close to him. "I don't even have a bush; I shave it." Chapter 8 Max hated flying and it was taking a toll on the seventy one year old. Xavier had begged with him to move to Atlanta and had even bought him a house, but Emily would not leave Kenner and their three children and eight grandchildren. And with her oldest grandchild getting ready to have a great-grandchild, she was adamant; they would not be leaving Kenner. Ever. In the past few years, Xavier had begun to lose a steady stream of fights. He'd gone from a record of thirty-seven wins, 4 losses to a record of forty-two wins, nine losses and one draw. He wouldn't admit it, not out loud, but it was the unhealthy lifestyle he and Bucky maintained. She liked to party, liked the recreational drugs. He refused to put any drugs into his system, but did, on occasion, drink a little too much. She liked to stay out late, liked to hit the nightclubs and dance. If he weren't up to a night of dancing, she would go on her own. When she went on her own, she would come home with a mysterious little smirk on her lips. That mysterious little smirk drove Xavier crazy. To avoid seeing that little smirk, he went out with her most nights. ---- "Don't know why the fuck I'm here," Max bitched and griped. His second stroke had completely paralyzed the left side of his body. His speech was nearly indecipherable, except for the profanities and he walked with a cockeyed gait, dragging his left side behind him. "You were a pussy, are a pussy and will always be a fucking pussy," Max went on. "Fight like a pussy and lose like a pussy. Why am I here? Need someone to change your panty liner, pussy? That why I'm here?" Xavier Smith Xavier smiled; it felt good to have his trainer, his best friend back by his side. "Bye," Bucky said cheerfully. "You boys have fun." "Where you going?" Xavier asked. "Don't know," she cheerfully said. "Find out when I get there!" "Hey, do you have to go?" he asked, concerned. "Max just got here, for Christ's sake!" "So?" she laughed. "He ain't here to see me!" She came home at four o'clock that morning, large breasts adorned with a couple of hickeys, mysterious little smile on her lips. "Fuck, Bucky!" he bellowed. "No more! You hear? No more!" "Fuck you," she laughed. "What you going to do about it?" "No more!" he yelled, enraged. "Your credit cards? Gone! That fancy ass little car? Gone! This fucking house? Gone!" "Fuck you," she said, mysterious little smile gone. "My lawyer says I get half this shit, fucking ass hole." "You got a lawyer?" he screamed. Bucky's lawyer came to the house at ten o'clock that morning and personally handed Miguel Xavier Smith the petition for divorce. "You got twenty four hours to vacate the premises," he smiled. Xavier moved a few of his clothes into the house that he'd bought for Max. Xavier threw himself full-force into training for the upcoming match. Even the news that her 'lawyer' was now living in his house with his wife did not distract him from his training. -------- "Hey Xavier," the older man smiled as Xavier pounded the heavy bag. "Yeah?" Xavier asked, but did not pause his frenzied punching. "Hey, just letting you know, you going to throw this one," the man said and waited. "Yeah?" Xavier asked, still pounding the bag. "Why would I do that?" "You like breathing?" the man asked. "Still doesn't answer my question," Xavier said. "You, your pretty little wife, you going to find breathing real hard to do. That answer your question?" the man said, smile gone. "Fuck off, shit head," Xavier said. "That answers YOUR question?" "Look, big guy, throw this one in the fifth round, or you and your pretty little wife wind up dead, got it?" Nakita Slovak told him and walked away. "So what you going to do?" Max asked Xavier when Xavier told him what Nakita Slovak had told him. "Russian mob's pretty big here, though no one even knows about it," Xavier said thoughtfully. "So what you going to do"" Max asked again. "Man, I don't fucking care about me, and damned sure don't care about Bucky," Xavier said. "But suppose they go after you? Or Emily?" "Shit!" Max laughed, a mirthless laugh. "Emily's kill them cock suckers. And me? Don't fucking worry about me. I can take care of myself fine. And they said anything about Emily or me anyway?" No," Xavier said. "He didn't say anything about you." ---- Garland Louviere was being touted as 'The French Connection.' The media was swarming all over the good-looking Cajun from Baylor Lake, Louisiana as he prepared for the upcoming match. At twenty-three, he'd not lost a single match yet, and most of his matches did not go beyond the sixth round. He was going up against Xavier Smith, the former WBO Heavyweight champion in his bid to becoming the undisputed Heavyweight champion of the world. He smiled as Nakita Slovak entered the hotel suite. Nakita narrowed his eyes at the petite redhead that was sucking Garland's cock. "I thought women weakened the legs," he commented. "That's an old wives' tale," Garland laughed. "Do you mind?" Nakita asked. "I want to talk to you." "Fine, fine," Garland laughed again and lightly slapped the red head on her head. "Stop, whore." "Hey!" she protested. "I ain't a whore!" "You sure?" Garland asked. "I'm pretty sure you are. You suck dick like one." She ran from the room crying and Garland shrugged his shoulders and tucked his cock back into his pants. "He has agreed to throw the fight," Nakita started off. "I don't need him to 'agree' to throw the fight," Garland sneered. "No, but you need him to agree to throw it in the fifth round," Nakita said. "Understand? You will go until the fifth round. If it ends any sooner..." "Fine," Garland said. He knew better than to argue with the man. They'd been financing his training from Day One. He also knew they were thinking ahead. If it looked like he had struggled against a washed up Xavier Smith, the odds makers would give the next fight even higher odds. ---- "Could you just wait until after the fight?" Xavier asked Bucky. "Wait. It's in twenty-one more days. Just wait." "Why is it always what YOU want? Huh?" she peevishly said. "Because I'm the one makes the money in this family," he said. "Well, too fucking bad; Robert's already going down to file the petition," she said and hung up. ---- Robert Scott liked the sporty little Mercedes; being the lawyer of Xavier Smith's wife had its privileges. Her car handled so much better than his twenty year old Buick. He pulled up to the parking deck of the Fulton Courthouse and parked in a secluded corner. He opened the door and was stunned by a punch in his face. Before he could react, before he could close the door, the masked man punched him a second time. When he came to, his briefcase and laptop computer were gone. He reached for his cell phone, and discovered that too had been taken. Shaking his head, trying to clear it, he tried to remember where he was and why he was there. Finally resigning himself to the amnesia, he reached for the keys and discovered that they too had been taken. Bucky drove Xavier's Porsche like she was on the LeMans' track. She reached the courthouse parking deck and gave Robert the spare keys for the Mercedes. If Robert had hoped for sympathy, after all, he had just been mugged; Bucky Smith was not the person to ask for sympathy. With only a warning to be careful with her car, she was back in the high-performance vehicle and was gone. ---- The media remembered that there was another contestant in the Louviere-Smith bout and descended on him and descended on Bucky. "Yeah, I'm staying here, training, you know, without the distraction of my wife," Xavier said. "Kind of sucks, you know, being away from her, but this is a serious fight. I'm already thirty-five, you know, and Garland's only what? Twenty three or something?" "He's a true professional," Bucky smiled and posed for the cameras. "He's training, you know, doing all the right stuff. My money's on my man; he's going to win this one." She preened and posed and giggled for the cameras and flirted outrageously with the handsome sports announcer the moment the cameras were turned off. Robert watched and felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. At first it had been nothing but fun and games, fucking Bucky Smith while helping her prepare for a divorce. But the more he was with her; the more he hoped it was a permanent lifestyle. He loved the constant need for sex and the constant stream of cocaine and the unbelievable perks of her, of Xavier's immense wealth. Chapter 9 "Faster!" Max screamed, spittle flying everywhere. "God damn it! Emily can do it faster than you! And she can do it while holding two grandchildren in her arms! What in the fuck is wrong with you?" Xavier kept pushing and pushing, Max kept screaming and cursing. "Looking good, Smith, looking good," Eddie, said as Xavier strained with the free weights. "Hey, Eddie, right?" Xavier said. "Yeah, shit, you remembered my name," Eddie laughed. "Course I do," Xavier said and reached out to shake the man's hand. Eddie ignored the outstretched hand, even though he kept smiling. "Nakita sent me, told me to remind you, fifth round," Eddie said. "Oh, okay," Xavier, said. "Take a message back for me?" "Sure, my man, what you got?" Eddie asked. When Eddie came to, Xavier smiled at him and said "Tell Nakita next time he wants to tell me something, don't send no little pussy, come tell me himself." Nakita Slovak scowled deeply when Eddie relayed the message. "I am not playing games with this man!" he thundered. "Want me to go over there?" Marcus asked, reaching for his nine millimeter. "Oh?" Nakita sneered. "You would kill him BEFORE the fight?" Marcus put the gun back into the shoulder holster. "No, no, but you kill him after the fight," Nakita said. "Even if he does throw it in the fifth?" Eddie asked. "Sure," Nakita shrugged. "What we need with him after that?" ---- Robert Scott morosely sat and watched the seventy-inch plasma screen television. He had the surround sound system cranked up pretty loud, drowning out the thought of Bucky and Bobby having sex. Bucky was a quite vocal lover and seemed to delight in making sure that Robert could hear her and Bobby. Bobby Breaux was just a small-town sports announcer for a backwater town in Louisiana, following Garland Louviere's career, but he was good looking in a bland sort of way. He had aspirations of greatness, and having the wife of a famous prizefighter would certainly help him in his quest for network television. Garland Louviere noticed the long legged brunette standing by Bobby's side and gave her his winning smile. Robert Scott actually smiled when ESPN showed Garland Louviere training. Quite visible was a smiling, posing Bucky Smith. In the background was an unhappy looking Bobby Breaux. ---- "Frank Kagel and Ben Sears here," Ben smiled into the camera. "The excitement here in Hotlanta is definitely hot tonight, huh Frank?" "About as hot as that barbeque we had last night, Ben," Frank smiled. "And the excitement is surrounding the French Connection, Garland Louviere. Frank, Xavier Smith is thirty-five years old, and has been on a bit of a losing streak of late. What do you think his biggest challenge tonight will be?" Ben asked. "Getting out of the ring alive," Frank smiled. "No, seriously, Garland's a younger man; his speed has been the key to his success and I think it'll play a key factor in tonight's bout." "Go on home, Max," Xavier said as the two waited in the dressing room. "Get in a cab, go to the airport, and go home. Emily's waiting." "Fuck you, you little shit," Max spat. "Tell me what to do, who the fuck you think you are?" "Max, after tonight, they aren't going to just give up," Xavier said and continued to juggle the five ping-pong balls. "Pick up the green one," Max ordered and Xavier reached out and picked up the green ping-pong ball from the table. "Give me the red one," Max ordered and Xavier did. "Now give me the other red one," Max ordered. Good, now pick up the pink one. Pink's a good color for you, big fucking pussy," Max ordered. "Thirty minutes, a guy called out from the door. "Fuck you, go away, bitch," Max screamed and the guy gave Max the finger. He turned to Xavier and pointed to the pink ball on the table. Xavier picked it up and put the green one down. Then he put the next green one down and picked up another red ball. He kept alternating colors, but always kept five balls in the air. "Ten minutes," the guy called out and disappeared before Max could curse at him. ---- "Isn't this exciting?" Bucky enthused and hugged Robert tightly as they sat and watched the presentation on the seventy-inch television. "Uh huh," Robert sullenly said. "Oh, don't be such a big baby," Bucky giggled. "I tell you what, Garland told me..." She leaned close, even though it was just the two of them in the house. "Xavier's going to throw it in the fifth round," she confided. "I got a hundred thousand on it and when I win it, I'll give you some, okay?" "No, Bucky, no it's not okay," Robert, yelled. "God damn it, I'm in love with you and you just run off fucking anybody's got a dick! How the fuck you think that makes me feels, huh?" "Love?" Bucky burst out laughing. "I didn't know lawyers were even capable of love!" "Fuck you, fucking cunt," Robert spat and got up. "Oh, no, don't go," Bucky pouted and unzipped her jeans. "Watching these things always makes me so hot and horny!" She adopted a little girl voice. "And if no one's here to play wit my wittle puddy, I'll have to pway wit it ALL alone!" she lisped. He looked at her as she reached into her jeans and rubbed. She brought out her hand and extended a finger to him. "See?" she husked. "I'm all wet, just thinking about it. I need you, need you to pound my pussy while the fight's on." ---- "Frank, you can feel the excitement in here, building by the second," Ben said. "That's right, Ben, we're just two minutes away; can you hear the Zydeco music cranking up?" Frank agreed. "They're expecting the French Connection to connect solid with Xavier smith and leave a heavy impression on him." "Well tonight he's made an impression on Atlanta, that's for sure," Ben agreed. "I've never seen so many Mardi Gras beads since, well, since last Mardi Gras!" "Ah yes, Bourbon Street's the place to be on Mardi Gras, and tonight, tonight Atlanta's Convention Center is the place to be," Frank said. A thunderous roar went up as Garland Louviere and his entourage came walking down the aisle, his winning smile on full wattage. There were some cheers and quite a few boos as Xavier Smith and Max came down the aisle. Some of the girls from Big Daddy's got up from the thirtieth row seats and hugged the burly fighter and his scrawny trainer. "He still brings them in, huh Frank?" Ben smiled as a smiling Xavier extricated himself from the girls and continued down to the ring. "Well, he's still a good looking man," Frank offered. "Those little fucking sluts," Bucky laughed as she lay across the coffee table, almost paying no attention to the sweating, grunting Robert as he thrust in and out of her. "I am sorry," Garland laughed as Xavier climbed into the ring. "I should have let you go first! Age before Beauty!" "Oh that's all right," Xavier said in perfect French. "I nothing but rudeness from an ill-bred cock sucker like you." The referee and Garland's trainer pushed garland back to his corner. "Looks like Garland ready to get this fight started right away," Ben commented, smiling into the camera. "What'd you say to him?" Max asked. Xavier told him and Max shook his head and patted Xavier on the shoulder. "Didn't know you spoke French," Max said. "Didn't know he did either," Xavier smiled. "So where'd you learn it?" Max asked. "Max, Language was my major in college, remember?" Xavier laughed. Garland was not smiling as the introductions were made and glared hotly at Xavier as Xavier came out to listen to the referee give the instructions. "I fucked your wife," Garland hissed. "Yeah? She tell you her boyfriend gave her AIDS?" Xavier asked in French and smiled as Garland's mouth opened in shock. Nakita watched from his office in Big Daddies, intently staring at Xavier's actions. "Go, go, you are driving me crazy," Nakita snarled at Marcus. The bell rung and Xavier charged Garland. The juggling had served two purposes. His hand-eye coordination was honed to razor sharp precision. His speed had improved vastly as well. His fist was little more than blurs as he pummeled Garland's handsome face. "He's killing him!" Bucky screamed and laughed as she orgasmed. "Look at this shit, he's fucking killing him!" "He is killing him," Nakita screamed at the television. "Fucking right," Max laughed. "He's fucking killing him!" "Frank, I don't think Garland's speed is the issue right now," Ben said as they watched the savage pounding Garland was receiving. Forty-six seconds into the fight, the referee shoved Xavier into a neutral corner then turned to see Garland collapse to the canvas. "One!" he called out, unheard over the screaming of the crowd. "Two!" and the entire crowd was on its feet, screaming. ---- The crowd pushed up to the ring, craning their necks to see the paramedics working on Garland. Xavier and Max calmly walked from the ring after the referee had hoisted Xavier's hand in the symbolic gesture of victory. "Ben, he's not moving and now the paramedics are performing CPR," Frank commented. Xavier ducked into the men's bathroom and dug the duffel bag from the trash barrel. Marcus walked into the dressing room to wait for Xavier and his unfortunate trainer. Xavier walked out the front door of the Convention Center and got into a cab. A minute later, Max walked out and climbed into the back of a second cab. "Man, what happened in there?" the cab driver asked Xavier after Xavier had given him the address. "I heard on the radio it was a bloodbath! They're still working on the mother fucker!" "Man, I don't fucking know," Xavier complained. I had to take a piss, come back and I can't even get to my fucking seat, everybody's all up around the ring! So Garland killed the old mother fucker, huh?" "No!" the cab driver said. "They said it was unbelievable! Bell rings and Xavier's just pounding away at Garland! Less than a minute, they said!" "Aw, man, you are fucking kidding me!" Xavier screamed. "Fucking prostrate medication!" "Yeah, my old man had that shit, it's rough," the cab driver sympathized. Bucky urged Robert to keep fucking her as she watched them trying to revive garland. "I fucking bet he's dead!" she laughed excitedly. "Been like twenty minutes, he ain't fucking moved!" She screamed as the front door fell off the hinges and four men strolled in. ---- Garland Louviere was pronounced dead upon arrival at North side Hospital. Bobby Breaux was approached by ESPN to produce a compilation of the footage he had on Garland's humble beginnings in Baylor Lake, Louisiana to his first fight, to his death. ---- Nakita Slovak and Marcus entered the living room of Nakita's Buckhead condominium. Marcus reached for his nine millimeter and screamed as the twenty two-caliber bullets struck his hand. Xavier Smith sat and smiled as he squeezed off another shot, hitting Marcus in the knee. A third shot hit him in the other Knee and Marcus rolled on the ground, moaning. The silencer had made the shots little more than 'burps.' "Hi Nakita, been waiting for you," Xavier smiled. Nakita did not answer. His blood was boiling mad as Xavier sat in his favorite leather recliner. In front of Xavier was Romany, Nakita's precious nineteen-year-old daughter. Romany was stark naked, except for the duct tape around her waist and around her neck. Her hands were bound to her neck by the duct tape. "Daddy, please," Romany whispered, terrified. "It is lucky for you, and lucky for your daughter that I shot Mr. Marcus before he could shoot me," Xavier said in perfect Russian and shoved Romany to the side. Nakita's blood turned from white hot to ice cold. Xavier had a sawed off doubled barreled shotgun taped to Romany's back, both triggers taped back. His thumb rested on the hammers. "My thumb slips off, your precious little girl gets blown in half," Xavier continued in perfect Russian. "Do we understand each other?" "Daddy," Romany begged, tears sliding down her cheeks. "Yes, yes, we understand each other," Nakita said, defeated. "So, how'd it go with Bucky?" Xavier smiled. "She is," Nakita hesitated. "I think I have to sneeze," Xavier warned. "You might want to hurry up." "She is dead," Nakita confessed and tensed up, waiting for the roar that was sure to come. "I already knew as much," Xavier said. "By the way, the three men you sent to Max's? Next time send more, okay?" "Yes?" Nakita asked. "He was actually kind of pissed off you only sent three," Xavier said. "Kind of took it as an insult." "My son, my son Joesef?" Nakita asked. "He was one of the three." "All three were beaten to death," Xavier said calmly. "No," Nakita moaned. "Like I said, next time send more, they might have had a chance," Xavier said and put the pistol into his lap. Xavier Smith "My son, my little Joesef," Nakita sobbed. "Damn, but your daughter has one fine ass," Xavier said. Nakita's head snapped up and he glared at Xavier. ""And that pussy is super sweet," Xavier said and took a sip of scotch and smiled at Nadia's glaring face. "How many guys you think she's had service that pussy, huh?" Xavier asked and pointed to the dark curls, smiling at Nakita. "Huh, Nakita? Think she's let Eddie slam it a few times? Or Marcus there? Think he's tapped this manful "Daddy, I am not, I'm still a..." Romany said. "And these tits, huh? A little small, but they're sweet, huh?" Xavier said and cupped one of Romany's small breasts. "Please, please don't," Romany begged Xavier. "So pretty," Xavier said and squeezed the small breast. "That nice dark hair, so curly, them big green eyes. Where'd she get them green eyes? Your eyes are shit brown, Nakita, and her momma; she's got shit brown eyes too." Nakita clenched his jaw tightly and his hands clenched and unclenched. Xavier took another sip of the scotch and smiled at Nakita. "And those nice pouty lips; bet they'd look so good wrapped around my cock. What you think, Nakita? Want to watch your little girl sucking on my cock?" Xavier went on. "Your wife?" Nakita sneered. "She begged for her life. She offered to fuck all of us, she offered to take us to you." "Sounds like her," Xavier nodded and sipped the scotch again. "She was cursing your name as I shot her," Nakita said. "Daddy!" Romany said, shocked. "I put two bullets into her, one in the heart, and one in the head," Nakita went on. "Wow, you were able to shoot her in the heart? Good shot," Xavier smiled and finished the scotch. "I didn't know anyone could find it." "Yes, she cursed your name, cursed your mother and your father," Nakita went on, grinning at the memory of it. "I think we've heard enough," Agent Brown said as he entered the room and showed his badge to Nakita. "F.B.I." "Thanks for confessing," Xavier said. "Backs up what we already had on my surveillance tapes." Nakita stumbled forward as Xavier stood up and showed Nakita both of his hands. "See, Nakita, I had surveillance cameras put in last year, when that crazy woman was running around telling everyone she was my wife," Xavier said. "Watched you kill Bucky and her boyfriend in glorious living color." "The shotgun," Nakita stammered. "Not loaded," Xavier admitted. "Your daughter; she is innocent. Why would I hurt her?" "You have the right to remain silent," Agent Brown was telling Nakita as he handcuffed him. "I will make sure you never draw an unafraid breath," Nakita promised. "Good luck with that," Xavier smiled. "But I will make it easy for you. I'm taking my winnings and moving back to my mother's home in Costa del Sol, in Panama. Chapter 10 Bail was denied and Nakita and seven of his men, including his son Joesef, sat and cooled their heels. Nakita was quite relieved to see that his son was actually still alive. "Yeah, we walked in and before I could even say anything, there's fifteen cops all around us, and this crazy son of a bitch cursing and spitting at us," Joesef said. "I was told that you had been killed," Nakita said. "That crazy mother fucker, he would have tried," Joesef admitted. "The cops hadn't been there, he would have tried." ---- Abe Milner, Nakita's lawyer, took the message from Nakita to George. George read the cryptic message, nodded his head once and walked away. Abe shivered; the burly man scared him. ---- Romany gasped; her father looked horrible. His skin was actually gray, sagging. Nakita was discovering that his connections did not help him in jail; they hurt him. Twice now, he had to kill two other inmates that had tried to kill him as part of their initiation into jailhouse gangs. And each time, the gangs promised revenge for their fallen brother. He talked with his daughter, the light of his life. She was as pretty as her mother had been at that age, and as innocent. Her mother, once she found out where their immense wealth was coming from, had left him. She had returned to their native Russia. The sting of losing his wife had been taken out when Nakita married the first brown-eyed girl that had smiled at him. "It is not good in here," he admitted. "Mr. Milner, he's going to get you out, right?" she asked. "My sweet little princess," Nakita smiled. "You still believe, don't you? You still believe in fairy tales, and happily ever after." ---- George was silent as the bus rumbled through the mountain range. The filthy man next to him tried several times to engage him in conversation and George ignored him. "This man, he is a rude American," the man said to his friend behind him. George punched the man, stifling the laughter in the man's throat. "You are the rude one," George told the groaning man. "I wish my privacy, but do you respect that? No." "Senor Smith," Rosa said as she ran to his hacienda. "There is an American asking for you. He is showing many American dollars and saying it is reward because you are wanted criminal in America." "Fine, fine," Xavier smiled. "I will see him." "Bring him here?" Rosa asked. "No, no, I will come to him," Xavier said. George sat in the small café and waited. "Put your hands on the table where I can see them," Xavier said as he stood behind George. George slowly put his hands on the table; the muzzle of the shotgun left no doubt in his mind that Xavier had gotten the draw on him. Xavier sat down behind George, never moving the barrel of the shotgun from the back of George's head. "Is it not bad enough that you have to come and disturb my peace and tranquility?" Xavier asked. "But you have to tell my friends, my family that I am a criminal? You know that I am no criminal." "Nakita says 'hi,'" George said. "Nakita is of no importance to me," Xavier said. "Tel him that. That he is a small man that bears no importance to me." "And I will make sure you arrive safely to the airport," Miguel Dominguez, Rosa's father said. "As will I," Juan Dominguez said. George glumly looked at the five men and their shotguns. "Well, I guess I'm going back to the airport," he said and moved to stand up. "Not so fast," Xavier said. "I am not taking any chances that you might hurt my friends; you are a dangerous man with no morals. Strip." Rosa stifled her giggles with her hand as the burly man slowly removed his clothing. He paused when he was standing in boxer shorts, but Xavier used the barrel of his gun to pull the waistband down. George sighed and pulled the underwear off. Rosa laughed out loud at the sight of George's flaccid cock. "Rosa!" Miguel ordered his twenty-year-old daughter. "Go away!" "Oh, come on, Father," Rosa laughed. "I do not want to miss any of this!" "You will go blind if you look at it too long," Xavier smiled and Rosa collapsed in helpless laughter. "I do speak Spanish," George sullenly said. "I can understand you." "Oh, good," Xavier said. "Then understand this. These men will take you to the airport. You will get on the airplane and leave our country. If you ever return, we will kill you, do you understand?" "Yes," George said. He sat in the back of the car between two men that never moved their shotguns from his belly. In the front, one man sat facing the rear, his shotgun trained on George's head. A fourth man drove the car, while the fifth man gave directions. "Okay, the airport is just around the bend," Miguel said. "Get out and start walking." "But, but, I am naked!" George protested. "And if you do not get out, you will be dead," Miguel shrugged. "Your choice." George got out of the car, hands over his genitals. Miguel smiled and tossed the man's clothing into a mud puddle. The car drove away rapidly in reverse. ---- Xavier enjoyed the simple life of a fisherman. The work was hard, which suited him physically. He had to pay attention to everything around him, beneath him and above him, and that suited him mentally. He had no need for the money but he did enjoy buying his own dinner with the money he earned that day. Often, he would buy everyone's dinner; so he had many friends. At night, he read voraciously; the postmaster often grumbled at him that Xavier would drive him to early retirement. "My back, it cannot take all these heavy books," he grumbled. Costa Del Sol enjoyed the new library Xavier quietly commissioned and the postmaster grumbled even more as boxes and boxes of books arrived. Books in many different languages filled the shelf and Xavier held a contest; any child that could finish a book in French, and do a written and an oral book report on the book would get one hundred American dollars. "Any child under the age of twenty one years," he said. Rosa Dominguez proudly stood in the front of the church and gave her oral report on The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Her French was faltering, she often confused the verb tense, but Xavier stood and applauded her report and handed her the one hundred dollar bill. "She is a good daughter," the people said when she tearfully, happily handed Miguel the one hundred dollar bill. ---- "I am old," Nakita said wearily to Romany. "It is not worth it." Romany listened, tears in her eyes, as the once proud Nakita sobbed and told her of Josef's death behind the prison walls. He'd been stabbed to death as he lay sleeping. She listened intently and promised to carry out Nakita's last wishes. "Promise me, my child," he begged. "Promise, so that I may go in peace." "I do, Daddy," she promised. "And my daughter?" he asked. "Yes Daddy?" Romany asked. "Please, please, never come here again," he said. He'd had more than one prisoner come up to him and promise him that they would be looking Romany up when they got out. They promised that it would not be a friendly social visit; but that they would enjoy it tremendously. "I fuck her up the ass," one brawny man promised. "Then I make her clean her own shit off my dick with her tongue. She cries? I kill her." Nakita beat him to death with a chair. ---- "I go," Rosa said and sprinted out the door of the café before Miguel could stop her. "My daughter, she have love for Senor Smith," Miguel smiled. "Sit, sit, you want beer? I also have the coca-cola." "The coco-cola, please," Romany asked. "Senor Smith," Rosa called out as she ran. "Yes, Senorita?" Xavier smiled as he sat on the dock, mending a net that a swordfish had torn. "There is a woman, an American at the café, she is looking for you," Rosa gasped, out of breath from the run. "Dark hair, but not as dark as yours? Curly?" Xavier asked. "Green eyes?" "You know her?" Rosa asked, eyes narrowed in jealousy. "I do," Xavier smiled. "I have been expecting her." Many men came in, pretending to have business with Miguel, but they did not take their eyes from the pale beauty that sat and waited for Xavier. "My daughter, she is available," Miguel reminded the more affluent of the curious visitors. "Hard working, honest, she would make you happy." "Um, is there somewhere more, um more private?" Romany asked after the tenth male came in and stared intently at her. "No, I am sorry," Miguel apologized. "You would think that they have never seen a female before." "Not one as beautiful as you," Xavier said as he entered the café. "My daddy," Romany said, flustered as she looked at the handsome man. She remembered the man that held a shotgun to her head and forced her to remove her clothing. Until that night, she'd had a suspicion that Daddy was involved in some slightly illegal activity; the men that hung around the condominium were a bit rough, a bit uncouth. But the harsh treatment of Xavier Smith had been quite a shock. Then he'd taped a gun to her and she knew beyond a doubt that Daddy was involved in some dangerous dealings, with some dangerous people. Then he'd had the gall to tell Daddy that she was a slut that she'd slept around. Worse yet, he'd put his large hands on her. When he'd touched her breasts, and squeezed it, she thought she would faint. Standing in front of her, easy smile on his handsome face, the dangerous man seemed to be a lifetime ago. "My daddy says it is over," she finally said, lowering her eyes so that she would not be distracted. "He says he has no more grudge with you." "That is good," Xavier smiled and sat down. Rosa slapped his beer on the table hard and waited. Xavier smiled and gave her a five-dollar bill. Rosa looked over at Romany, then back at Xavier. "She has a tongue, ask her, don't ask me," Xavier smiled. "Does Senorita want another coca-cola?" Rosa asked in a surly tone. "No, no thank you," Romany said, still not looking at Xavier. "He is old, he is tired," Romany went on. "It is bound to happen to all of us," Xavier shrugged. "Rosa!" Miguel snapped and Rosa sullenly slunk away from the table, leaving the two Americans alone. Romany sipped her warm cola and Xavier guzzled the beer. Still she would not look up at him. "He asks that you forgive him so he can die in peace," Romany said. "Tell your father I have already forgiven him," Xavier said and stood up. "I forgave him the moment my feet touched my native soil here." "Thank you," Romany said, sincerely. "But I need for you to forgive me," Xavier said. "In order to distract your father, I said some things about you. They were ugly things, hurtful things and I am sorry for saying those things." She looked up at him and he smiled. A faint blush began to spread and she looked back down at the tabletop. "I'm getting ready to take my boat out; I had to do some repairs to the engine," Xavier said. "Come with me?" Rosa stamped her foot; she had been hinting and hinting to the man that she wanted to go out on his boat. The moment they were out on the open water, she would pull her dress over her head and bare her body to his gaze. Then, surely then, he would no longer be able to resist her. Then as soon as Xavier made a woman out of her, she would tell her father and he would demand that Xavier make right the wrong. He would be forced to marry her. But she would make sure he never regretted it; she would use her hands, use her mouth on his manhood. "I uh, I can't swim," Romany admitted. "I will make sure you wear a life jacket," Xavier said and held out his hand for her. ---- Nakita smiled as he read the letter from his daughter. She was happy, truly happy in Costa del Sol. The enclosed picture showed her, belly already growing large as she and her husband stood in front of his fishing boat, The Bucky Kent. The End. The End. Xavier Takes A Wife "Aaaaah," screamed Trisha covering herself from the giant black guy standing over her. "Sorry to startle you ma'am," said the black man. He had a funny accent, vaguely Australian. "I'm here to clean your pool." Trisha quickly stood up and wrapped a towel around her body. She had taken advantage of the first warm day of spring to put on her tiniest string bikini and start on her tan. She could feel her face flush from the embarrassment of having a stranger- a black stranger- see more of her body then her husband had in five years of marriage. She was shy and they always made love with the lights off. At least they used to make love. Steven hadn't had an erection in two months. She assumed he was under a lot of stress at work what with the stock market doing so poorly and all. To make matters worse, she was practically climbing the walls from horniness and unfortunately her constant state of arousal seemed to coincide with her husbands impotence. "Names Xavier," said the black man. "Your husband hired me to get your pool ready for the summer and to service it once a week." "I'm Trisha," she said vaguely remembering her husband mentioning this fact to her. Two months ago they had gotten a pamphlet in the mail from a company offering to do odd jobs such as lawn and pool care, painting, etc. The workers were all black which was rare in the all white town of Stony Harbor. They must be doing pretty good for themselves too, because she had seen the blacks working on half the yards in the development. "I'll just go inside till you're done." "Don't leave on my account," said Xavier. His eyes flickering down over her towel covered body like she was still half-naked. Trisha shivered and felt her heart rate increase. "I'll be inside. Come in when you're done and I will pay you." She picked up an empty margarita glass from beside her chair. "Sure," said Xavier. "It's going to take me a couple hours to clean the leaves out and fill it." "Take your time," she said leaving him out by the pool. Trisha was a little miffed at having her tanning time spoiled, but there would be other days. She spent the rest of the afternoon taking care of some house work and peeking out at Xavier every now and then. When she had first seen him, he had been wearing a rugby shirt, but as the day wore on, he took it off revealing a chest that literally rippled with muscles. A few hours later, Trisha sat down by the computer and logged on to mydiary.com. She was typing in her password- Scooby- when she noticed a shadow fall over the computer screen. She jumped again. "Sorry I keep scaring you," said Xavier, "but you said to come in when I was finished." "That's alright," she said, getting up to get her check book. "I"'ll be back later to turn off the water," he said after she paid him "It takes a long time to fill a pool as big as yours." "Thanks,' she answered watching him leave. She had a few hours until Steven got home so she sat down and typed in her journal for the day. ******************** "God damn do I want to fuck that bitch," mumbled Xavier as he stroked his cock. "She looks just like fucking Angelina Jolie right down to those thick, dick sucking lips. He hated wasting his sperm masturbating, but since seeing Trisha out in her little string bikini he had been walking around with a painful erection. Not an easy thing either when you have a fourteen inch dick. Since becoming "enhanced" his dick seemed like it was always hard. ******************* Months earlier Xavier had been kicking another teams ass at rugby when he met Solomon King. King was a massive black man that seemed to radiate authority and power. "Your an excellent athlete," said Solomon. "I'm impressed with your leadership skills." "Thank you sir," said Xavier. "I can always use one such as you in my organization," King said. "Are you looking for work?" "I am available sir." "Excellent," said King. "When you finish here, come by my apartment. It's the top floor of that building." Xavier's eyes widened when he followed Solomon's pointing finger towards the large building on the edge of central park. This man had money. Later, after a grossly fat black man let him into Solomon's apartment. Xavier sat down on a couch and a few minutes later Solomon came out in a robe. Xavier had a brief thought that Solomon might be gay. "What would working for you entail?" he asked. "Fucking white women, breaking up marriages, and planting as many black babies in white bellies as you can," said Solomon. "You've got to be fucking kidding." Solomon stood up and removed his robe. His physique was awesome. He was bigger then Xavier and Xavier was in peek condition. Most impressive of all was the fat, foot long cock sticking out from Solomon's crotch. Xavier was a natural born leader, but every instinct told him that Solomon King was his better. "Would you like a cock like this?" asked Solomon. Xavier couldn't take his eyes off the hard twelve inches of black meat. It was so big, it seemed to defy gravity. "Put it away," said Xavier feeling sweat break out on his forehead. Solomon pulled his robe back on. "I'm offering you virtual immortality. You'll heal faster, stay young forever, be stronger, faster, and best of all your cock and balls will grow so big your orgasms will feel ten times better then they do now." "Is this true?" asked Xavier looking at the fat black man guarding the door. Bull didn't say a word. He just reached in his sweat pants and pulled out a cock as big as a forearm. "It's called the X-serum," said Solomon. "White men kidnapped and injected us with the serum. Unfortunately for Bull there, his dose wasn't quite right. Where are you from?" "New Zealand," said Xavier trying to take all this in. Solomon seemed a little insane, and an abnormally large foot long cock was possible, but Bull's on the other hand was half again as big. "What's a black man doing in New Zealand?" "My mother's a black South African and my dad's a Maori tribesman." "Are they not both oppressed peoples?" asked Solomon. "Would you not like to get revenge? The best way I know to get back at white society is to fuck with their women. What do you have to lose?" ******************* Xavier smiled as he remembered all this on his way back to New York City, a long drive from Long Island. His dream was to return home and give the x-serum to the Maori. Then they would take back their land. For now he would concentrate on taking over Stony Harbor. He was leader of the team seducing the women of Stony Harbor. Solomon had a thing for enhancing ex-cons so he had a need for educated black men to lead them. The blacks had all scouted out the homes looking for the hottest women to seduce. When Xavier first saw the Angelina Jolie looking bitch, he knew she would be his first conquest He arrived at his apartment late and immediately turned on his computer. Xavier went to mydiary.com. It was an online diary site some open to the public, but most protected by passwords. He typed in Trisha's email address and then the password he had watched her enter on her computer. And there it was, a doorway into her mind. All her fantasies, thoughts and dreams open for Xavier to read. He skimmed through her past entries trying to get a feel for her personality. She hadn't been keeping this diary for too long, but what she had written revealed a lot about herself. Trisha was shy, conservative, and had just turned thirty. She had celebrated her sixth wedding anniversary three months ago and apparently that was the last time she had sex with her husband. The entries since seemed to indicate a growing sexual frustration. 'Thanks to the X-cite,' thought Xavier. They had drugged the developments water supply with X-cite, sometimes jokingly referred to as Anti-viagra. As long as the residents drank and continued to drink the water, the men would be impotent and the women would be in a constant state of arousal. Xavier read todays diary entry. It read: Xavier snorted. Ugly African features indeed. Most women found him attractive even before taking the X-serum. He smirked and altered her entry to read: ******************** 'I don't remember writing that,' thought Trisha the next day. She hadn't looked at his bulge. The mere thought was disgusting. Besides, men only bulged in trashy romance novels. Her husband never had a bulge in his pants. She must have made her margaritas a little too strong yesterday. She corrected the typo. Trisha changed into her bikini and made another margarita. Hopefully, today she would be able to relax and work on her tan without interruptions. The margarita and the suns rays had practically put her to sleep when she heard someone clear their throat. She opened her eyes to see Xavier grinning down at her. "Just here to check on the chlorine ma'am," he said openly staring at her full breasts barely covered by her bikini. Trisha quickly covered up and sighed. "I'll be inside." "I can work around you." "No I'll leave you alone," she said. He was wearing a tank top today that showed off his impressive muscular arms and tight shorts that showed off his huge bulge. Trisha felt her whole body flush when she realized she had just looked at his crotch. She turned and quickly walked into her house hoping he hadn't noticed. ****************** Xavier erased the last sentence and wrote: It's good to get hard help these days. If I ever see it erect again. Steven hasn't touched me in months and last night when I tried to initiate sex his penis was as limp as a wet noodle. It must be stress. It's not a good time to be a stockbroker.> A week later, Trisha put her long brown hair up in a pony tail and stripped before the mirror. She had a slim build with nice sized conical breasts. They pointed up proudly with no sag yet. Each breast was topped by a long, fat rose colored nipple. Her constant state of arousal had her nipples hard all the time embarrassing the hell out of her. They were visible through almost anything she wore except a sweatshirt. She had a firm, flat stomach and a trim bush. There was hardly any fat on her body except in her ass. Her ass was perfectly round. She thought it was too plump, but men seemed to like it. They always checked her out when she walked by wearing jeans. Trisha looked at the faint tan lines forming on her skin. By the end of the summer she would be a golden dark tan. Now she was still her winter white. She was a little behind. Trisha threw on her bikini and went downstairs. She filled a pitcher up with water and mixed some iced tea in. She had given up on the margaritas for a while. She kept making strange typos on her online diary. A few minutes later she was laying out by the pool. It was an unusually hot day for the time of year. The hot sun beat down on her and Trisha got up off her cot and jumped in the pool. She sighed as the water cooled her off and she swam a few strokes before climbing back out. She had just settled down on the cot when Xavier said, "Good morning Mrs Foley." Trisha opened her eyes with a start. They locked with his for a second before he broke contact and looked down at her body. She shivered and for some reason let him look for a couple seconds. She reached for her towel only to find to her horror, she hadn't brought one out. Trisha stood up to run inside. The black guy wasn't wearing a shirt today and she found herself staring right at his glistening muscular chest. He towered over her. He seemed to exude masculinity. She looked down his chest. He was wearing the same tight shorts. This time the bulge was so big, she could make out a thick, penis-shaped outline down his right leg. Already it was around eight inches long and it was getting bigger. Another inch and it would be poking out his shorts. "Don't go ma'am," he said as she turned. "A women as sexy as you should like showing off her body." "That wasn't appropriate," she said turning back to him. He was still ogling her body. Trisha looked down and gasped. Her bikini was still wet and completely see-thru. She could see her pubic hair under the thin material. She could even make out the color of her nipples which were painfully rubbing against the bikini they were so hard. Two unbelievable things happened at once. First, when she realized he could see everything her vagina started gushing. Just as she felt her vagina grow wet, the head of his penis poked out of his shorts. It was huge, bigger then a golf ball, bigger then her husband's scrotum, probably half as big as her fist. Realizing the situation was out of hand, she turned and rapidly walked to her house. She could feel his eyes boring into her ass the whole way. Trisha was too embarrassed to face him again. She left his pay in an envelope taped to the door and locked the door. ******************** He became aroused too. The bulge in his pants is from his penis. A penis that must be over a foot long when erect. My need for sex is so bad that I found myself staring at a really big black man's penis. I'm so horny, I seriously considered touching myself in a sinful way. If Steven can't perform soon, I don't know what I'll do.> Xavier read all this grinning. This message was a gold mine. He bent down and got to work changing it. ******************** He became aroused too. The bulge in his pants is a cock. A cock that must be over a foot long when hard. My need for sex is so bad that I found myself staring at a real man's black cock. I'm so horny, I seriously considered touching myself in a sinful way. If Steven can't perform soon, I know what I'll do.> Trisha squinted and read it again. She couldn't believe she had written this. It was so full of typo's her keyboard must be having problems. That explained some of it. The other problem was she had used words she had never used in her life. She would never call a man's penis a cock. She must have subconsciously picked it up from a trashy romance novel. Foul language wasn't in her vocabulary. Trisha didn't know what was going on. She couldn't get the black man out of her head. Everytime she closed her eyes she could see the image of his chest or his obscenely big cock head- penis head she corrected- poking out of his shorts. Trisha bent her head down and began to cry, she was so frustrated. The following week, Trisha didn't want to face Xavier again. She stuffed his pay into an envelope and taped it to her door along with a note explaining that she would be gone all day. She locked her doors, kept the lights out, and retired to her room with one of Lacy Lovelorn's romance novels. The romance writer lived in Stony Harbor and her books were popular amongst the locals. By late afternoon, Trisha was pissed. She was halfway done the book and Xavier hadn't even showed up. It happened to be a perfect day for tanning. If he wasn't coming, she could probably squeeze in an hour down by the pool. Trisha had just put her bikini on, when she heard his truck pull up out front. She cursed and peered out the upstairs window. Xavier walked around to the pool with his equipment. She watched him walk over to the door and retrieve the envelope. He was reading her note as he walked back to the pool. Xavier turned and looked back at the house. She jumped back, letting the curtain fall when his eyes reached her window. It was almost as if he knew she was in the house, which was ridiculous. The only one who knew was her diary and herself. She watched Xavier walk over to the pool. He stopped and pulled off his shirt, tossing it aside. He was wearing another pair of tight little shorts. Even from here she could make out his bulge. He ran the net through the pool, collecting the leaves floating in it and when he finished, tested the chlorine level. He finished and looked at the house again. The next thing shocked the hell out of her. Xavier reached down and pulled his shorts off. Trisha gasped in awe at the huge black salami dangling between his legs. She thanked god that the houses were angled in such a way, none of her neighbors could see the pool. He turned around and dived in, swimming to the other side. Trisha watched the sun reflect off his wet back, his muscles flexing with each stroke of his powerful arms. His ass was firm and hard. She didn't want to leave her perch, but she was filled with an overwhelming desire to see his big cock again. Trisha ran out of her bedroom and down the stairs, skipping two at a time. She positioned herself behind the curtain of the screen door facing the pool. He was floating on his back and the angle was so bad, she couldn't see anything. Xavier swam over to edge of the pool facing the door and climbed out right before her eyes. He looked like a black god emerging from the water, light reflected off his large torso, and his muscles flexed as he lifted himself out. He stood naked facing the door. His magnificent cock was partially erect despite the cold pool. It was plump and angled down. It was at least a foot long and seemed to jump with each beat of his heart. He stood like that for a minute, letting the water drip down his body before turning and walking out of sight behind the pool. Trisha seemed to come out of a trance as soon as he was out of sight. She was breathing heavy, her nipples were painfully erect, and her bikini bottoms were soaked. She waited a moment wondering what he was doing. When he didn't return after a couple minutes, she cracked the door open and stuck her head out. She could here their pool shower running. It was primarily there for when they came back from the beach, but since Steven was too busy and she didn't like showing off her body, they rarely used it. The thought of glimpsing him in the shower was too much to pass up. Trisha tried to compose herself, but she could feel her legs shaking as she walked out to the pool. She gulped and walked around the corner. Xavier was under the shower soaping around his now fully erect cock. The monster appeared to be fourteen inches long and as thick as her wrist. It curved upwards so that the big bulbous head was pointing right at her face. Trisha gasped loudly, her legs turned weak and she fell to her knees. "Mrs Foley are you alright," said Xavier running over to her. She watched his big cock bob as it approached her face closer and closer until it was inches from her mouth. It looked even bigger close up. He grabbed her shoulders to steady her, his cock poked at her mouth and then slid along her cheeks. Xavier Takes A Wife "Oops sorry," he said. "The big thing is always getting in the way." He apologized but he only pulled it back so that it was pointing at her open mouth. "Your note said you weren't home Trisha was staring straight down his soapy cock. She reared back away from his cock and stood up still staring at it. She turned around quickly walking back towards the pool. He followed. "I didn't give you permission to use our pool," she said. "How did you know I used the pool if you weren't home," Xavier said smiling at her. "Um..uh.. your clothes are by the pool," she replied. "My apologies. It won't happen again." "See that it doesn't," said Trisha still staring at his cock. It was still bobbing, hard as steel. The thing hadn't shrunken at all. "Do you want me....," said Xavier. "W-what," she replied breaking contact with his crotch and looking at his face. "Do you want me to get dressed now?" NO. "Yes please," she said once again heading for the safety of her house. ******************** Xavier's cock stayed hard for three hours. He had vowed not to touch it until he had nailed the bitch. His balls were constantly aching they were so full of sperm. It took a lot of will power not to touch his cock. Like all enhanced men, he was addicted to cumming. Imagine shooting up with heroin, smoking three packs of cigarettes every day and then quiting for three weeks. He felt worse. He couldn't wait to drown the bitch in his sperm. Xavier had to admit one thing, he was starting to respect her. Trisha Foley's will power was amazing. When erect, his cock gave off sexual pheromones that few women could resist. When his cock was right next to her face, she should of immediately started sucking him off. He knew from her diary that the Xcite was working. He stopped and sniffed the air and then his hands. "Shit," he cried bashing his fist against the steering wheel of his truck. He smelled of soap. The soap had covered up the smell of his pheromones. ******************** I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm using words I've never used before and writing things I don't remember writing. I would never suck on a man's cock.> She quit typing and climbed into bed next to her sleeping husband. She always slept in sweat clothes while Steven slept naked. Trisha lifted the covers and peeked at her husband's little penis. It was still tiny and shrunken up into his balls. It hadn't stirred in months. She still called it a penis. It didn't deserve to be called a cock. Xavier had a cock. Trisha woke up in the middle of the night. She was breathing heavy and her heart was racing from the dream. Her hand was under the waist band of her sweat pants almost before she even realized what she was doing. It's a sin, but what if Steven's penis is like this forever. Her fingers found their way between her soaked thighs. She ran them up her slit and pushed them into her vagina. Trisha had never done this before, but she knew what felt good. After a few minutes she shuddered as the first orgasm in her life exploded from her womb. As soon as Steven left the next morning her hand was between her legs again and she fingered herself to another orgasm. After cleaning herself up, she went downstairs and connected to the internet. She had left off with: Trisha sighed and began typing. I dreamed that we were by the pool. I was in my bikini and he was naked. He leaned down and kissed me as he slowly removed my bikini until I was naked. He pushed me down to my knees and shook his big cock in front of my face. I refused to suck on it, but I kissed the big head. He said, he understood and lifted me to my feet sitting me gently on the cot. He spread my legs and inserted his penis into my vagina. Xavier said, he was going to make love to me for hours. Then I awoke. I was so horny when I woke up that I played with myself. I had the first orgasm of my life. It felt incredible. I think I'm hooked now. How can something that feels so good be wrong?"> ******************** Xavier retyped it. Days later he read. ****************** Trisha got up early Wednesday morning and masturbated to images of Xavier in her outdoor shower. She came harder when she thought of her black pool guy. Trisha took up her usual spot on the cot by the pool and relaxed. Xavier's last day had been yesterday. She had taped an envelope with his money on the door with a note explaining that she would be gone all day. She had gone shopping in the city, but found she had trouble concentrating. She found herself checking out the bulge of every black guy that passed her on the street and comparing them to Xavier. The day had been a complete bust, the only thing she had bought was a new bikini that left her ass exposed and barely covered her nipples. Trisha was wearing her new bikini now. She was happy that things were back to normal now, though she found herself longing to show off her body to someone. Xavier would like her new bikini. Thinking of Xavier had her pussy gushing. She needed to cool off. Trisha stood up and jumped in the pool. She swam a few laps before getting out and laying on the cot again. She looked down at her body. Jesus, it was like she was nude. The new bikini was white and completely see-thru, even worse then her old bikini. The cool water had done nothing to cure the fires in her pussy. Her hand automatically slipped under her bikini bottoms, across her pubic hair, her fingers finding their way into her pussy. Trisha was masturbating two to three times a day now and was hooked. She had become quite expert at it and was soon writhing on the cot with her eyes closed, an orgasm fast approaching. A shadow fell across the cot and Trisha opened her eyes. Xavier stood over her grinning. She gasped and yanked her hand out of her panties, whimpering as the orgasm faded. Xavier stood over her completely nude expect for his tight shorts. The ever present bulge was expanding outward as his cock grew from her little performance. His hardening cock was too close to her face so she stood before him. His chest glistened with sweat. It wasn't an unpleasant smell, he smelled masculine. "I came by to ask why you fired me, Mrs Foley." The look he was giving her was predatory. It made her feel weak and helpless. "I no longer require your services Xavier," she said, her lips quivering as she spoke. Before she could react, his hand lashed out and grabbed her bikini bottoms. "I think you require servicing bitch," he said as his hand ripped her bikini bottoms off. The thin g-string pushed tightly between her ass cheeks, forcing her into Xavier's body before the string broke. He reached down and squeezed her ass cheeks before grabbing her bikini top and ripping it off too. Trisha pushed herself away from him. She stood before Xavier completely nude. Her nipples were rock hard and her pussy was soaked. Things were happening just like in her dream. Xavier's strong hands rested on her shoulders and pushed down. She resisted at first but fell to her knees as he increased the pressure on her shoulders. "Take my cock out bitch," said Xavier. "I can't," she replied, though her tongue ran across her lips. "You know you want to see it again Mrs Foley." Trisha nodded, her hands shaking as she reached up for the waistband. His cock pushed the waistband out helping her grab his shorts and she quickly pulled them down. His cock fell out like a giant sequoia crashing in the forest. "You can touch it if you'd like. Don't worry no one will ever know." "J-just touch it," she stuttered out and he nodded down at her. No harm in touching it, she thought. She reached out and caressed it lovingly then grabbing it in one hand. His cock was as hard as steel, completely unbendable. The head was like a hard rubber ball, you could hammer in a nail with his cock. His balls were gigantic, the size of oranges, hanging low in his sack. She hefted them thinking they must weigh a pound each. "Compare it to your husband's," said Xavier. "How big is Mr Foley when he's hard?" "I can't remember," she replied. "Why don't you bring your head a little closer," said Xavier. She did. The air around his cock seemed thick and she took a deep breath through her nose. She could feel his need to cum. Xavier was wrong, she didn't need servicing, he did and she would serve him. "Why don't you give it a little kiss?" asked Xavier. "I shouldn't," she said leaning down and kissing it. Trisha didn't stop kissing it. She kissed all around the head and then down the side until her nose was buried in his crotch. She took a big whiff of his manly odor. She needed to cum as bad as he did.. Trisha lifted his cock and kissed around Xavier's balls. Her kisses turned to little licks and then big ones as she licked up his huge rod. She reached the tip again and licked round the flared ridge of Xavier's cock head. Her tongue circled his cock in ever decreasing circles until she was just licking the pee-slit. She moved down and kissed the pee-slit, her lips parted, opening wide, spreading around his cock head until the whole head was in her mouth. It felt right and natural sucking Xavier's cock. There was something primal about kneeling before a strong, masculine man, and showing your subservience with a blow job. Trisha hoped he was pleased with her as she swallowed about five inches. "You really suck at this Mrs Foley," said Xavier sneering down at her. "A teenager could do better then you." Trisha couldn't understand why his comment hurt her so much. She redoubled her efforts. Trisha stretched her jaw as wide as she could and pushed down. His cock pushed deep into her throat. She closed her eyes suppressing the gag reflex as she swallowed more. "Damn bitch," said Xavier. "You're the worst cocksucker ever. If you can't suck my cock all proper, I'm going to have to fuck your face. Angle your head down so that your mouth is lined up with your throat." Trisha's eyes were tear filled as she opened them. She was amazed to see five inches of cock still sticking out of her mouth. She angled her head down and Xavier began sliding his cock in and out. He grabbed the sides of her head and began thrusting his hips, his cock sliding deeper into her throat. Trisha clamped her lips down tightly around his thrusting cock and was rewarded with a groan from Xavier. His groan of enjoyment perked her up and she began thrusting her head forward with each thrust of his cock. Xavier's cock started swelling after about fifteen minutes of face fucking. It grew so big she feared it would wedge in her throat and she would choke to death. Afterwards, Trisha swore she could feel his pee-slit opening wide. Sperm exploded from his cock in a wad so big, it was more then her husband had ever ejaculated during their entire marriage. The amount of sperm caught her off guard as did the loud bellow that erupted from Xavier's throat as he came. He blew several more wads as big as the first, his sperm completely filling her belly. His cock was still jerking and pumping as he slid it out until only the head was in her mouth. The head kept exploding filing her mouth with sperm so quickly, it trickled down her chin before she could swallow. Xavier pulled his cock out and aimed it at her face baptising her with his sperm. ******************** "Stick your tongue out," said Xavier. The woman obeyed and he jerked the remaining sperm out of his cock and onto her tongue. "I was hoping you would be good at this Mrs Foley. I'm going to have to find some other bitch to suck my cock," Xavier lied. This had been the best load he ever blew. Even he couldn't believe the amount of sperm he had cum. Her belly bulged out a little it was so full. Three weeks was a long time. It had been worth it, but he doubted if he would ever be able to do it again. Even now, he was ready to cum again. "Please, said Trisha looking down at the cement, "give me another chance. Come back next week and I promise I'll do better." She sobbed. The bitch was actually crying. "Next week, fuck that. I'll let you try again later today. Now I'm going to fuck that married pussy of yours." Xavier grinned as the woman looked up and saw that his cock was still hard. "How can this be?" she mumbled. ******************** Even before Steven started having erectile problems, he had never gotten hard more then once a day, let alone within a few minutes of cumming. Xavier grabbed her under the arms and set her down on the cot pushing her back. He grabbed her ankles and squatted between her legs. Xavier ran his big cock between her legs while holding her legs spread wide. Even her husband had never seen her this exposed. Trisha had never been this confused. She hadn't wanted to go this far, but her body was responding to him. Her pussy was soaked and it felt like it was opening up in anticipation. Her mind was responding to him now. She wanted to be fucked by that giant cock. Everything was happening just like in her dream. Xavier rested the head of his cock against her pussy and let go of one of her right leg long enough to push down. Her pussy lips stretched wide for his head, closing around it. He let go and began slowly thrusting his hips. Xavier's cock worked it's way in further with each thrust. She moaned as the head entered new territory, deeper then her husband ever had and it still wasn't even half his cock. "You're so tight," growled Xavier. "Ain't you never been fucked before?" "N-not like this," moaned Trisha. His cock had passed the halfway mark and met resistance at eight inches. "Well I'll just have to show you how a real man fucks," he said. Xavier began fucking her hard with eight inches. Each time he pulled it out the hard ridge on his cock head scraped against her clit. Each time he thrust it in again it penetrated a little deeper. Xavier fucked like an animal and Trisha's body responded to it. Her hips were rising to meet each thrust, her pussy squeezing his cock tightly, reluctant to let it go. The cot was jumping so much, she felt it would collapse. At ten inches, her body was wracked by an explosive orgasm. It was ten times better then anything her finger had given her. Her scream of pleasure echoed back from the neighbors yard. Trisha was beyond caring if anyone heard her, his cock had opened a floodgate and more orgasms exploded from her body. Xavier had managed to get a foot inside her before he came. Trisha knew he was close. His cock had been swollen for the last five minutes, but he had never slowed his pace a bit. His cock leaped in her pussy and a large wad of sperm struck the walls of her womb. It triggered her to have the largest orgasm yet. This one completely overwhelmed her and she collapsed against the cot. Xavier pumped wad after wad of sperm into her pussy before pulling it out and shooting several strands across her breasts and belly. She stared fascinated as he rested the huge black snake on her belly, sperm still oozing from the tip in amounts larger then her husband had cum in six years of marriage. "You like getting fucked by a real man?" he asked. Trisha looked up from his cock and stared at his face. "Lets just say you've been re-hired." Xavier walked around to the side of the cot and effortlessly lifted her into his arms. "Clean yourself up. I want to fuck you some more in your hubbies bed." Trisha found herself flying through the air, landing in the center of the pool with a big splash. She spluttered as she broke the surface of the water and stared at him angrily. Xavier had sat down on the edge of the pool, his thick cock dangling down all the way to the water. She looked down at her body and was shocked to see all the sperm congealing on her belly and breasts. She could feel even more on her chin and between her legs. Trisha swam over to the shallow end and stood up letting the water drip down her body as she tried to clean his sperm off her body. She glanced over at Xavier. He was staring at her intently as she ran her hands over her wet body. His cock was thickening up again until the tip was rising out of the water. Trisha swam over to him and kneeled in the water between his legs. She grabbed his cock in her hands and began stroking it back to full erection. "I love this cock," she mumbled. "I want to take it all." She bent down and took the head in her mouth again. "You'll learn to take it all," he said. "Now lets move inside. I want to fuck that hot ass of yours." ******************** Two days later, her ass still throbbed, but she had enjoyed it and wished Xavier was here now to fuck her again. He had satisfied her like no other man could, yet she was still horny. Trisha had just gotten out of bed and showered for the day when the doorbell rang. She threw on her sweat clothes and ran downstairs. She opened the door and found herself looking into the chests of two large black men. A truck with two riding mowers hitched to the back was parked in her driveway. "I'm sorry," she said. "We already have a lawn service." The truck had E&I lawn care written on the side. "We're here to trim your bush," said the one pushing past her into the living room. "We're friends of Xavier's. I'm Mustafa, that's Rashidi. "I don't understand," said Trisha looking at the two men. Their bodies we're equally as impressive as Xavier's as we're the bulges in their jeans. "What can I do for you?" Mustafa pulled of his shirt saying, "We want a little of what Xavier got." Trisha was shocked. They both wanted sex. Mustafa was a big ugly negro over six and a half feet tall. Rashidi was almost as big, handsomer, and had dark black skin. "I'm not a slut," she said. The two men laughed. Mustafa undid his jeans and a thick, foot long cock plopped out as he pulled them down. Rashidi's had been carrying a large tool bag. He set it down on her light stand, his jeans swiftly followed, another monster cock revealing itself. Trisha's tongue licked her lips at the sight of those two beautiful cocks and her mouth started watering. "Shit bitch," said Rashidi. "You do look just like Angilina Jolie. "Who's that?" she asked, thinking that giving them both blow jobs wouldn't make her a slut. Xavier Takes A Wife "It don't matter," growled Mustafa. "Take that top off bitch. I want to see them titties." Mustafa's big nose was flaring and he scared her. "Better do what he says," whispered Rashidi in her ear. Trisha gulped and pulled off her sweatshirt. She stood topless before the two strange black men wearing only her sweat pants. Her nipples immediately turned erect, embarrassing her. "You is one sexy bitch," said Mustafa. "Listen," she said, "why don't I suck you guys off and then you can go on your way." "Me first," growled Mustafa. He seated himself in Steven's recliner and spread his legs. "Let's see if your as great a cocksucker as Xavier said you was." Trisha beamed at the compliment. She didn't care for Mustafa. He looked and talked like he was just off the street. He also looked like he was barely eighteen, though his large torso and giant cock made him seem older. She vowed to live up to his expectations. The fact that Xavier had bragged to these men on her oral skills made her deliriiously happy. "Alright, but the pants stay on." Trisha kneeled between his legs and wrapped her fingers around his cock. It was half as thick as a beer bottle and dark black except for the head, which was lighter colored. She kissed the head to show her respect for it and then began licking around the pee-slit. Trisha loved sucking cock. Black men were odviously dominant and used to being obeyed. Sucking them off made her feel like she had at least a little power over them. For some reason she couldn't understand, pleasing them made herself happy. Trisha took the head in her mouth and ran her tongue around it before pushing the head into her throat. She had spent the two days after her encounter with Xavier, practicing holding her breath, breathing through her nose, and suppresing her gag reflex. She hoped to be able to swallow all fourteen inches by the time he next came around. Mustafa's and Rashidi's foot long cocks would be perfect practice. It took her a while, but Trisha managed to swallow the whole thing. The long cock slid deeper and deeper into her throat until her nose buried itself in his pubic hair. He rested his hands on her shoulders, pushing up and pulling forward to guide her pace. Mustafa moved his hands down her back, leaning forward and reaching under her to play with her nipples. After a while he returned his hands to her back and slid them down, under the waistband of her sweatpants. His hands slid under her pants and carressed her ass, squeezing each cheek. With a deft flick of his hands, Mustafa pushed her sweatpants down to her knees exposing her ass. Trisha had wanted to keep her pants on, primarily because she didn't trust her own body anymore. She was about to protest, but Mustafa held the back of her head so that his cock was stuffed in her mouth. At the same time she felt another cock head sliding along her slit. She realized it must be Rashidi. Her pussy opened for him as eagerly as it had Xavier's. She moaned around Mustafa's cock as Rashidi buried his in her pussy. She wasn't about to stop him now. Trisha fucked the two men for hours losing all track of tme. She had just lowered herself over Mustafa's cock and Rashidi was pushing his vaseline covered cock into her ass. Soon she was stuffed full of two feet of black cock and it felt wonderful to be double penetrated. They both fucked her for a few minutes and then she heard a loud thump. It was her husband's briefcase hitting the floor as he caught his wife fucking two black men on his living room floor. Poor Steven, his face turned bright red with anger and he started shaking as she stared her husband in the eyes. He ran for the kitchen. Rashidi pulled out of her ass and Mustafa threw her off him as the two black men ran after her husband. "What you doin whitey," she heard Mustafa say. "I'm calling the police." Trisha heard the receiver slam down and then her husband grunted. She heard him exhale sharply and he crashed to the floor. "She begged us to fuck her. Said she wasn't getting any from her limp dicked old man," yelled Mustafa. "Now get the fuck outta here." Steven ran out the door clutching his stomach. He looked scared to death. Trisha was crying. She ran up the stairs and locked herself in the bedroom. She buried her head in the pillow on the bed. Mustafa came up the stairs and banged on the door for about fifteen minutes saying that he wasn't done with her yet. Even after getting caught, a part of her-a large part- wanted to open the door and let him in to fuck her some more. Thankfully he gave up and the two black men soon drove off. Trisha cried until eventually, she fell asleep. She awoke around midnight to the sound of the tv downstairs blaring. 'Stevens come home,' she thought. She must face him and beg him to forgive her. Trisha finally got up and threw a robe on. She walked downstairs and was shocked to see Xavier sitting on the couch. "What the fuck are you doing here?" she screamed. He didn't answer, but he turned to snicker at her. "You destroyed my life." "No," he replied. "I've given you a new life. What is it your afraid of?" "I'm scared I'll lose the house. I'll be homeless. I've never had a job. My life is ruined if Steven divorces me." "Dont worry I have a friend whose the best black lawyer in New York. He'll playdown the race factor and say you only did it because your husband cant perform his husbandly duties." "I can't afford a lawyer." "He'll do it pro-boner so to speak," said Xavier. Trisha noticed Xavier had brought a couple suitcases with him. "My friends and I will be living here now. Your houe is a lot closer to work." "Do I have any say in the matter?" she asked. "Not unless you want your husband to get his hands on this," said Xavier pressing play on the vcr remote. The tv screen was filed with the image of her fucking Rashidi and Mustafa. Trisha remembered the tool bag Rashidi had set down. There must have been a hidden camera in it. "Wimpy old Steven would get everything if his lawyer ever got his hands on this tape. Your job is to serve our needs, cooking, cleaning, sucking, fucking. Your mind and body belong to us now. Now come suck my cock." Trisha's body responded the minute he unzipped and his fourteen inch cock came into view. Oh well, at least being a virtual slave had it's benefits. Trisha walked over to him determined to take it all this time. Xavier's Kiss Carroya looked at her reflection in the mirror and sighed. She resigned herself to another day of hell. Correction: another birthday of hell. The one day she really wished people gave a damn about her, and no one remembered her birthday. And that wasn't the worst part. Today was her twenty-first birthday, and she was still a virgin. She aimed to change that; though no one in their right mind would want her. Her best hope was that some guy would get drunk enough to make him think that she was pretty. She ran the brush through her long waist-length strawberry-blonde hair one final time. Her form-fitting jade green spaghetti-strapped mini dress hugged every single dip, hollow, and curve of her body. The dress matched both her high-heeled sandals, and her eyes. She sighed again. This was as good as her appearance was going to get. The bar was boring although she told herself that she was willing to settle for any man. At least anyone that would be willing to relieve her of the burden of her virginity. For some odd reason probably the crowds drunkenness she had repeated offers, but for some reason she had turn them all down. She had been nursing the same drink for an hour. Finally she gave up and walked toward the door of the crowded bar. As she reached the door she accidentally bumped into someone entering. "I'm sorry" she stated, as she looked up at him.. As her vision caught him her breath caught in her throat. He was a beautiful specimen of a man, perfect .. His jet black hair curled at the ends hanging past his shoulders as it was slicked back into a ponytail. His sunglasses tinted to the color of blood shielded his eyes and he was dressed in black from head to toe. "It is nothing Miss Sayen'lei" He said as he glanced over her.. Carroya looked up at him with surprise in her features. "How do you know my name?" she asked in puzzlement. "I know a great deal of things about you , although most is from a great time ago." he stated quietly. "I don't think I have ever met you before sir" she stated questionably. "Au contraire. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lord Xavier Shadow." as he grasped her arm, propelling them away from the doorway they were blocking, Then he slowly removed his sunglasses. Carroya could then see his eyes were the color of melted chocolate with a kind of supernatural glow to them.. "Shall we go?" he asked, mesmerizing her with his gaze. "Oh yes" she said as she shuddered. She now knew why she had turned the others down She was waiting for him. It seemed only minutes later that they were back at her place . A small apartment decorated in a gothic manner.. As they worked their way to the bedroom her nerves were on fire every touch made her quiver with excitement. In her bedroom they seemed trapped deep in an embrace. Xavier's cape had been thrown aside, and his lips kissed her with a ferocity she had never imagined possible. His hands caressed her body through the dress making her moan. His tongue reached into her mouth and finding her own started in a fierce duel. Gently he lifted her and carried her to her bed cover in green satin sheets for the night.. As he carried her they never broke their longing kiss. As he laid her down he tossed aside her sandals. Her dress rode up showing off her gorgeous legs and a hint of he black lace thong panties. Xavier stepped back from Carroya and stripped his black shirt from his body. His chest muscular under a downy fur of black hair . She seemed to have lost all interest of his chest as she watched his hands move to his pants. She watched breathlessly as the black material slide down his thighs and legs. As he stepped out of the she thought where had his shoes gone? Carroya's eyes slide up his hairy muscular legs finally centering on his jutting manhood. He slowly came towards her like a hunter on his prey. "Carroya" he breathed as his hands ran up her perfect form. As he worked his hands down he grasped the hem of the dress and pulled it over her head leaving her almost naked form before him.. He gasped at the sight. It was perfect. Her small perky breasts were topped by dusky colored nipples pert under his eyes. "My darling at last things will be as they should be" he stated breathlessly. Carroya was too lost in desire for her to fully register his last statement, and she reached up and pulled him down, kissing him with a boldness that she hadn't known she possessed. Xavier drew away slightly, running his lips down the length of her throat. He planted butterfly kisses on the smooth white column of her neck, then latched onto a nipple. Carroya gasped at the sensations coursing through her body. His tongue was working wonders, and he was gently biting her nipple. She held on for dear life to the back of his head. Xavier groaned at the new development. He couldn't hold back any longer. He had to know if her blood tasted as sweet as she did. He felt his canine teeth extend slightly more than they were usually, and he gently bit her nipple, breaking skin. He felt her stiffen, then relax as he carefully drew a small amount of blood in soft sucks. She was the sweetest thing that he had ever tasted, and he forced himself to stop. He wasn't nearly through with her yet. Carroya's eyes drifted shut as his tongue traced lazy patterns down her flat tummy. Her muscles tensed for what would happen next. Xavier tongued a path, tracing her panties, then licked her through the lace. She gasped in shock. "Xavier," she said his name on a moan, and with a low animalistic growl, he ripped the black lace from her body. He used his fingertips to spread her nether lips apart, and lightly touched his tongue against her clitoris. It was if an electric shock had passed through her. Her body arched off the bed, and Xavier thrust his well-manicured index finger inside her. It was warm and wet, and he worked his finger in and out of her cunt in pantomime of what he really wanted to be doing, and what he would be doing. He licked her again and again, then running his thumb in a circle around her clit, bringing her to an earth shaking orgasm. He gently bit her clit at the height of her orgasm, taking more blood. Xavier leaned back on the bed, and pulled her to a kneeling position. He gently pushed her head towards his cock. Carroya took a breath, and engulfed him. Xavier had a sharp intake of breath, then let it all out on a long sigh. Carroya moved slightly, then began a rhythm, driving Xavier crazy. 'Where the hell had she learned this?' He thought. He pulled her head off of him, Pushing her back onto the bed. He positioned himself at her entrance. "You are mine," he stated simply, driving himself home, breaching her. Carroya tensed slightly, then relaxed as the feel of his cock inside her began to feel good. He thrust into her, again and again, driving them both to the point of no return. He could feel her inner muscles tense, and as she orgasmed, he sank his teeth into her exposed neck. It only served to make her orgasm more intense, and the muscles gripped him even tighter. He came, shooting his creamy load deep within her womb. Xavier could feel Carroya's heart slowing down, and he released her from his hold. "Drink of my blood, my love," he said, opening a shallow wound in his wrist. Carroya pressed her mouth to the rivulets of blood flowing freely, drinking in its coppery taste. He pulled away, the wound immediately closing. Carroya watched in fascination, then realized what had just happened. The look changed to one of horror. "My God, what have I done?" "Nothing that is not meant to be. You have merely become my bride. At last all is as it should be." "What do you mean?" Carroya asked shakily. "Long ago you and I were married, by not long into our marriage, I was turned to what you see before you. On the very night I was to change you so that you could be with me forever, I was called to battle. That very night you were murdered. I have been waiting millennia to find you again, and at last I have. Now you will be mine for all eternity, as it should have been once before." "My God," she whispered. Xavier knew that she was confused, but in time she would understand. For now, he could only give her himself. He grasped her shoulders, and brought her to meet him in a kiss. As their lips met, it served to ignite the passion that blazed between them once again. Carroya sighed in acceptance. She wanted him. Xavier turned her onto her hands and knees, then thrust himself into her ass. Carroya gasped, feeling fullness in the one place that she would have said to stay away from. He thrust slowly, then faster as her ass began to relax around his dick. He reached underneath her, grasping and manipulating her perfect breasts. He then slid one hand down the length of her form, fingering her clit. She exploded again, her muscles tightening around him, and he came again, filling her ass with jet after jet of milky white cum. She could feel him pulsate as he came, and she could feel each individual stream of semen as it splattered her rectum, and she came again, riding the waves of pure sensation. She then proceeded to fall asleep, knowing that Xavier would be there when she woke up. Xavier's Modeling Job "Alright honey, now take your top off." Danielle, posing in her bikini, looked up at her husband and said, "no way." She had joined a diet program and lost sixty pounds. Her body, once plump, was now fit and lean. Her stomach was now flat and you could see her abs when she flexed. Her ass was now hard and firm, only her breasts staying big, though they had perked up where once they had sagged. Her straight red hair framed her pretty face, focusing on her large, piercing green eyes. Her husband, Jack, an amateur photographer, had freaked out over her new body. Even now she could see an erection poking out of his shorts. Dani licked her lips at the sight of his erection. She had been unusually horny the last month or so, since losing the weight and Jack had trouble keeping up with her. "Come on honey, show off that hot bod." "Promise you won't show anybody?" "I promise," lied Jack already thinking of ways to show his buddies what a hot, sexy wife Dani had become. Dani gulped and untied the sides of her string bikini. The truth was that her bikini didn't leave much covered anyway. She only wore it in their back yard, which was large and generally private. The homes around Stony Harbor had nice sized yards, many with pools, and their neighbors weren't much for hanging out in their yards anyway. "Great honey, now push them big titties together and lean forward." Dani did as she was told getting in to it. Her nipples were hard and she could feel her bikini bottoms growing wetter as the ever-present horniness grew in intensity. She liked showing off her body. "Oh that's good baby. Now pull your bottoms up so that I can see some ass. God your hot." "Come see how hot," said Dani untying her bottoms. Jack set the camera down and was out of his shorts in seconds. ******************** "What do you think?" asked Danielle twirling around on their patio. She had bought a new thong bikini, figuring her ass deserved a nice tan too, but her husband wasn't even looking. He was staring at a giant black man that had just walked around their neighbors back yard. "Wow, he's huge," she said watching as the black man, obviously the gardener, took out a weed-eatter and started it. He was wearing jeans and was shirtless. Every single muscle on the human torso was large and prominent on his body. "That guy is built." "As is my wife," said Jack finally catching on to the fact that her new bikini didn't appear to have a bottom. "Thanks," she said blushing, but noticing that his attention had returned to the gardener. "What are you thinking?" "I was wondering if he would pose for me. That boy's got to be the ideal subject." Dani flinched at her husband's racism. The black man was far to old to be called a boy. She didn't have much use for black people, but she drew the line at slurs. Jack wasn't all that bad, but had gotten worse as some blacks had moved into the development since spring. She had yet to see any black women, the only couple she had seen was a black man and a white woman kissing hot and heavy as the man left for work. Jack had gotten a downright horrified look on his face as they drove by. "Why don't you ask him," said Dani sitting down on her lawn chair. Jack was fit and had a nice body, but she knew he wouldn't last five minutes against the big black guy. He would behave himself. ******************** "Excuse me." "Yeah," said the black man, looking up from the weeds. "Need your lawn mowed?" "No," said Jack. "Actually I have an odd request. I'm an amateur photographer and was wondering if you'd be willing to pose for me?" "I'm no fag." "Oh god no, nothing like that. I'm married," said Jack pointing over his shoulder at his wife. "Just tasteful stuff. Shirt off only, I'd like some muscle shots. Your obviously a weight-lifter." The black was staring over his shoulder at Dani lying out in the sun. "I can pay you." "How much?" asked the black still looking past him. "Just a couple hundred. This is only a hobby of mine. I'm not to serious, I've only taken shots of my wife, never a guy." "I'll do it." "Great, I'll go set up my stuff. Come on over when you're done." ******************** "Hi, whats your name?" "Dani," she said feeling naked in the bikini as the black giant's gaze swept over her body. "I'm Xavier," he said shaking her hand. Xavier seemed to exude masculinity. Up close, she realized just how big he was as her entire hand got swallowed up in his big one. He was built like a linebacker or a heavyweight boxer, though his movements were smooth and surefooted. There was something graceful about him like he was part big cat. "I like your accent." "I'm from New Zealand. I like your bikini." "T-thanks," she said blushing again. She felt like her body was on display for his pleasure and though it made her uncomfortable, her nipples hardened under his gaze. Jack came out the sliding glass door. "Good your here. Come on in," The two men went down to Jack's basement where Jack had his studio set up. "Here's your money," he said putting an envelope on the table by some pictures of Danielle. Xavier picked up the pictures of Dani and began leafing through them just as Jack remembered that he had left some nudes in the pile. He tried to stop the black man, but it was too late. Xavier felt his blood began racing as he came upon some topless shots of Dani, her breasts were simply magnificent. His cock grew a couple inches when he reached the nudes. "Your wife sure is hot." "Thanks, She recently lost a lot of weight and likes showing off her new body. Don't tell her you saw the nudes or she'll kill me. Lets get to work." Jack put Xavier through some poses, mostly the kind of stuff you would see in muscle mags. The white guy really was quite good, thought Xavier. His pictures of Dani, were better then some of the pictures he had seen in playboy, even Ebony and Ivory mag which Xavier had posed for over at E&I modeling. "Flex Xavier. Put your arms over your head like your Atlas holding the world." Jack couldn't help noticing the large bulge under Xavier's jeans. It was too big to be believed and he thought the black guy must have stuffed a sock under there. Still, as he snapped pictures of the giant black man, Jack was embarrassed to find his own penis hardening under his shorts. Xavier noticed too and snickered. He had read somewhere about how monkeys often got erections watching the alpha-male of their pack mating with the females. The "enhanced" seemed to bring out the more animalistic nature in the people around them. What he didn't understand was why the white man was able to get an erection in the first place. The water supply had been drugged for several months now and it should have left him as limp as a noodle. Embarrassed over his erection, Jack said, "Lets quit for the day. Can we do this again next week?" "Sure." "Can I offer you anything? Some water?" "No thanks, I don't like the local water." "Me neither," said Jack. "I only drink bottled water. Help yourself, there's a fridge over there." The two men agreed to meet again next week for another hundred dollars and Jack asked Xavier to wear shorts next time. As the black man left, Jack went to find his wife to take care of his hard-on. ******************* Xavier showed up the next week in jeans. "I was hoping for shorts," said Jack. "I brought some along. Where's your wife?" "She's out shopping. Why don't you go ahead downstairs and change, I'll be down in a few." Xavier nodded and walked down to the studio. Knowing he only had a few minutes, he reached in his bag and pulled out his shorts and some hypodermic needles. He quickly went to the fridge and stuck the needles into the white boy's bottled water, emptying a full dose of anti-viagra into the water. It was time to fill the fool's head with ideas. Jack came down a little later finding Xavier topless, but still in his jeans. "I hope you don't mind," said Xavier holding up an uninfected bottle of water and drinking from it. He tossed Jack another bottle which Jack caught and drank from. "I thought you were going to change?" "Sorry, I just got done some yards and was dying of thirst. You can get ready, I'll change now." Jack bent over one tripod and was focusing the camera on Xavier just as the black man pulled his jeans down. He wasn't wearing underwear and Jack was amazed at how big the man's penis looked through the viewer, simply gigantic. He grinned finding it funny and went to turn off the zoom, only it wasn't on. Jack pulled back and stared at Xavier as the black man pulled on a small pair of men's briefs, just like the kind weightlifters wear at exhibitions. Jack looked horrified at the semi-hard monstrosity dangling between Xavier's legs. His own penis seemed to shrivel up and crawl into his scrotum as he stared. Even the black man's testicles were huge, they looked like oranges. "What's wrong?" asked Xavier trying to stuff his massive penis into way too small briefs. "Ain't never seen a cock this big?" "God no," said Jack. The briefs looked like they would burst, they were stuffed so much. It had to be uncomfortable and Jack realized why Xavier hadn't been wearing underwear. "Most white men feel intimidated at the sight of a black cock. It makes them feel inferior." "Are you telling me that all black men have penises that big?" asked Jack feeling sick. His own penis felt so small, he felt emasculated and he had always been proud of it as it was well above average at close to seven inches. He wouldn't worry about an embarrassing erection this shoot. "Not all black men. I'm bigger then most. Most blacks average around ten inches." Xavier loved bull shitting whitey. Normal black men were a little bigger flaccid, but erect there wasn't any difference in penis size between the races. Solomon King was trying to change all that. "Me, I'm fourteen inches hard." 'Jesus, that's over twice my size,' thought Jack. He did feel inferior, but shook it off. "Start flexing. Pose like you're Arnold. You're certainly well hung," he said snapping some shots, "but fourteen inches. I don't believe it." Xavier reached out and pulled his briefs down over his cock and balls. "What are you doing?" "You're calling me a liar," he said pulling on the tip of his cock. "I'll prove it." Jack watched in awe as Xavier's cock fattened up and began extending. Semi-hard it had been around ten inches and the massive black snake grew another six inches not stopping until it was fully erect standing rampant out from Xavier's body like it defied gravity. The head was as big as a small apple and it was impossibly thick. "Now do you believe me?" "I believe you," said Jack both enthralled and disgusted at the big black horse cock. "Why don't you take some shots of it?" Jack's only response was to leap behind the camera and start snapping pictures of that beautiful hard prick. He put Xavier through a whole series of poses always focusing on the man's penis. He framed his shots beautifully, but there was something missing. Later, as Xavier dressed he was staring at pictures of himself from last weeks session. "You're very good." "Thanks," said Jack changing the film in his camera. "You know what would be a neat shot. I've always liked contrast." He pulled out a picture of Dani and laid it beside his own. "Picture me in a pair of white briefs and your wife in a black bikini." "That would be artistic," said Jack looking at the pictures next to each other, "but she would never go for it, too shy." "That's too bad. Can we do this again next week? You don't have to pay me this time. I've enjoyed it so much, I'd like to use your pictures in a portfolio. "Ok," said Jack. "One more time." though, he really didn't have any ideas left for pictures of Xavier." He looked down at the pictures of Dani and the black man just as Xavier left. ******************** "Come on baby, please I need it so bad," said Dani grinding her crotch into Jack's, but an erection failed to materialize. "I'm sorry honey. I don't know whats been wrong." In truth, he hadn't had an erection since before the last shoot with Xavier. He hated to think that the boy's big cock had intimidated him to the point of impotence. At thirty, Dani was hornier now then she had been when they married eight years ago. She had demanded sex every day since spring and would have gladly done it twice or more per day if Jack could have kept up. Dani finally gave up and climbed off him. She frowned down at his penis and stormed out of the room grabbing her bikini as she left. Jack sat up and looked at his own penis. It had remained a constant two inches long all week. It looked like a sickly white grub or a little boy's penis. Jack quickly looked away and stood up to throw on his shorts not wanting to stare at it any longer. Xavier would be here in a half hour and that would be the last time he ever saw the black man. He would ask him to keep his pants on today and would let him have the nude pictures of himself so that he would never have to see that negro's penis again. Jack threw a shirt on and headed down to his basement. He retreived the pictures of Xavier staring again at that giant black cock. Xavier was the perfect model for beefcake shots, but there was still something missing from the pictures. If he could just put his finger on it.... ******************** Dani was reclining on the chair trying to sweat out her frustration when Xavier walked around the corner. Her nipples hardened the minute she saw him, some primal instinct telling her that here was a virile man. She grew embarrassed as her nipples poked out the bikini top, stretching the already thin material and she wished she had brought out a towel so that she could cover herself up. "Afternoon Dani, sorry I missed you last week." "Hi Xavier," she said. His eyes were greedily taking in her scantily clad figure which angered her because he made no effort to cover it up, like he felt he had every right to ogle her. She decided she liked him looking at her. Her body was too nice to cover up, maybe she'd even wear her bikini to the beach next time. Her shyness was a leftover from her fat years and she should move on. After all, Xavier was welcome to look, but he could never touch. "How's the photo's going?" "Great, your husband's very talented. Has he shown you any of them?" "No, he hasn't." "He showed me some of yours," said Xavier staring directly at her breasts before moving down to the thin patch of material covering her pubic hair. "I got to see a lot of you. You're one sexy woman." Dani flushed, not with shyness, but with anger. Jack had shown a stranger their private pictures, and a black stranger at that. First there was his erection problems and now he was lying to her. She was really getting pissed. "I'd like to see your pictures sometime," she said through gritted teeth. "Why look at pictures when you can watch us?" ******************** Jack was setting up his camera when Xavier walked down. The black man was wearing jeans and a tank top. He quickly took off his shirt and shoes, sitting on the couch while Jack focused the camera on him. A few minutes later, Danielle walked downstairs. She had pulled shorts on to cover the thong, but was still wearing her bikini top. "Hi honey, need something?" he asked. Dani just flashed him a glare that alerted him to the fact that she was pretty pissed about something and Xavier said, "I asked your wife to watch our session. I hope there's no problem?" Jack did have a problem, but he didn't want to piss her off more then she was now. Dani went over and sat on a stool away from the camera. "Alright Xavier try some poses." Dani stared raptly at Xavier as he flexed his muscles. His body was simply incredible. She had never seen anything like his body outside of the occassional body building contest on ESPN. After about fifteen minutes of uninspired posing, Xavier said, "Anything wrong Jack? Your heart doesn't seem to be in this session." Jack sighed. "Nothings wrong. I'm just out of ideas, thats all." "Why don't we try what I mentioned last week? That is if Dani's up to it." "What's this?" asked Dani. Jack didn't want to upset his wife, but he said it anyway, after all she'd never go for it. "Xavier thought that some shots of you and him would look good together. You would wear your black bikini and he would wear white to show off your skin contrasts." "How about it?" asked Xavier. "What? No I couldn't," she shook her head, but looked like she was thinking about it. "You two would look good together," said Jack inspiration returning, though he didn't really like the idea. "Ok," said Dani surprising her husband. "Just a few pictures can't hurt. "Alright then," said Jack getting excited as dozens of poses flashed through his mind. "Take off your shorts and go stand before Xavier." Dani leaned over and pulled down her shorts, then walked over to Xavier before turning to face the camera. She felt Xavier move up behind her without touching her body. "Great," said Jack taking a picture. "Xavier stare directly at the camera." He was a little taken aback that the black man was staring down at Dani's exposed ass, but then he couldn't blame him for looking. "Hey honey, why don't you make a muscle and Xavier bend down and make a muscle behind her to show the difference in your sizes." Jack noticed his wife glance over her shoulder at Xavier's bicep. He snapped some more pictures before running out of film. "Why don't you guys hold the pose and I'll change the film." As Jack finished, he looked up. Xavier was bent over pulling his jeans down. Jack didn't really want to see it again and especially didn't want Dani seeing it. "Xavier you can keep your jeans on." "That's ok," replied the black man. "I wore white briefs to play off Dani's black bikini just like we talked about last week." Dani was still facing the camera and glared at Jack, not liking the fact that the two men had discussed her last week. Xavier finished stripping and Jack saw his worst nightmare. Xavier's briefs were tighter then last weeks and the white material was stretched so thin, Jack could make out his cock from across the room. It looked like a coiled serpent stuffed in the man's briefs. "Xavier why don't you pick her up and carry her." Dani felt an electric jolt course through her body as the black giant effortlessly lifted her into his arms. She felt completely safe in his arms, like he possessed her mind and body. "Honey, bury your head in his chest and look like he just rescued you." Jack snapped some more shots before Xavier set her down. Despite his regrets, these pictures were going to turn out fantastic. "I got some poses I'd like to try," said Xavier. He put his hands on Dani's shoulders and pushed her down. She was still staring at her husband and complied, falling to her knees. Xavier bent forward and grabbed her arms. He brought her hand up towards his crotch, smirking at the look of horror on Jack's face before turning asside at the last moment and placing her hands so that her palms were on his stomach. Jack looked relieved. Jack did like the pose and snapped several pictures. Dani's hands over her head caused her breasts to thrust outwards towards the camera. Xavier moved her arms around so that she was hugging his back and Jack took several more shots. "Good," said Xavier. "Dani stick one of your legs out then turn around and hug my leg." "Keep looking at the camera honey," said Jack realizing that as she turned around, it would put her face right in front of his bulging briefs. Luckily, Dani listened to him. Xavier's Modeling Job Dani wrapped her arms around the tree trunks that Xavier called thighs and smiled at the camera. She liked this pose. It made her feel like a slave girl kneeling at the feet of a conquering hero. Jack took a lot of pictures. "Now look up at me worshipfully," said Xavier. Dani looked up at him as she hugged his thighs. He was grinning down at her. Thats when her eyes fell on his bulge. "Oh my god," she blurted. Her hand was just inches from what looked like a bull-sized penis. Jack hadn't wanted her to see that thing, but his finger kept depressing the camera, capturing all the shock and awe written on his wife's face. As she stared at the penis clearly outlined under his briefs, it moved under the straining material, expanding, growing, until the fat apple-sized head poked it's way through the waist band and shot up so that it was severl inches above his navel. "How b..." "Fourteen inches," interupted Xavier anticipating her question. He slowly pulled his briefs down revealing his entire penis and two gigantic testicles. "Sorry, but once it's hard, it stays like this until it cums," he said stepping out of his shorts and standing before her naked in all his glory. 'He certainly doesn't have any problem getting hard,' she thought. Jack had a nice long penis, though it was a little skinny. Xavier's was twice as long as Jack's and probably as thick as her wrist. She became aware of her husband still snapping pictures of her staring up at Xavier's penis. She spun around and stood up. "Jack stop taking pictures, he's naked." "It's ok Dani," said Xavier. "He photographed me like this last week. I don't mind artistic nudes. Do you?" "No, I guess not," she said. "Good," said Xavier swiftly placing one hand on her side and another on her hips. With one deft movement of his hands, he untied her string bikini and tossed it out of her reach. Jack captured the horrified look on her face just as she screamed bringing her arms across her body. "What are you doing?" she asked. "You said you didn't mind artistic nudes," said Xavier. Dani looked at Jack for help, but he offered none. "Come on babe," said Xavier turning her around to face him. "That body's too nice to cover up." The head of his penis was just inches form her belly button as they stood face to face. "Nobody will see these pictures. Isn't that right Jack?" Jack nodded as his wife turned around for confirmation. He wasn't lying this time. He wasn't about to show his friends pictures of Dani nude with a well-hung black man. Dani looked down at his penis again. Now that she saw it, she didn't want him to put it away. "Ok," she mumbled. "I'll pose for a few artistic nudes." Jack wanted to take his wfe's eyes of it so he said, "Honey turn around and lean back into Xavier so that I can get a good shot of your body. Then reach up and put an arm around Xavier's neck." He realized what had been missing from last weeks pictures, a woman. Dani jumped as the head of Xavier's penis poked into her back just above her ass. "Whoops," said Xavier. "Let me adjust my cock." Dani felt a thrill when he called it a cock, as he pulled it up so that it was squished between their bodies. She had never used the term cock, but in Xavier's case it seemed appropriate. Xavier reached out and grabbed her chin turning her head up towards his like he was going to kiss her. She found her lips were automatically parting before she pulled back. Jack put them through a series of poses all thankfully tasteful and artistic. The trouble came when Xavier had her kneel down again. "Hey Jack," said the black man. "Get a picture of my cock superimposed before her face." Xavier adjusted his body so that his hard cock was waving just under her nose. "Now look at it like it's the biggest cock you've ever seen." "It is the biggest one I've ever seen," she said and it looked even bigger up close. It had a powerful masculine scent and she inhaled deeply through her nose. "Your cock is beautiful Xavier." Xavier's large hands were blocking the shot so Jack said, "Let go of your penis Xavier, so that your hand is out of the way." Xavier let go, flexing his cock muscle, so that it shot up towards his stomach and held it flexed. "Oops, hey baby, grab it and pull it down." Without even thinking about it, Dani wrapped her fingers around it and pulled it back down. The thing was as hard as a steel pipe, but it felt hot and alive in her hands. She could feel his pulse beating beneath a thick vein under her hand. "Run your hand up and down it," ordered Xavier. Dani watched fascinated as she slid her hand slowly up his shaft then back down. It was so thick that there was an inch gap between her fingers. "Now pull it over so that it's pointed at your mouth." "Honey, you don't have to do this," said Jack, but she wasn't listening. Dani sat up on her knees and pointed the head of Xavier's cock at her mouth. "Now open your mouth, like your about to suck on it." Jack watched in disbelief as Dani's lips parted just inches from the giant black cock-head. These pictures had gone from artistic to pornographic in a matter of minutes, but he kept snapping pictures. "Now purse your lips and kiss the head." Jack stood up from behind the camera and said, "Now hold on just a minute." "Come on Jack," said Xavier smirking as Danielle moved her pursed lips up to the tip of his cock and kissed it. "She's already touching it with her hand, what's the difference touching it with her lips? Now shut up and take the picture." Jack gulped at the angry look on Xavier's face and bent back down, zooming in on his wife's face still with her lips pursed on the tip of Xavier's cock. Without a doubt it was the most erotic sight he had ever seen. Dani's eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily through her nose. He could see her breasts rising and falling wiith each breath. He had never seen her nipples so hard. Even her aureola looked swollen with desire. "Be sure to get this Jack," said Xavier. "Hey baby, now I want you to stick out your tongue and lick around the head." Jack couldn't believe his eyes. Dani complied, sticking her tongue out and licking around the crown. She licked all around the head before moving down to his pee-slit and licking up a large amount of precum leaking from the end. "Run your tongue down the shaft." Jack felt sick to his stomach as he watched his wife obeying the black man. "Xavier, I'm not so sure I'm comfortable with this any more." They ignored him and Jack watched his wife moisten every inch of Xavier's cock with her tongue, before the black man grabbed it by the tip and lifted it up saying "Lick my balls." Jack zoomed in on the man's balls wondering how much sperm nuts that size produced. "Enough," said Xavier releasing his cock so that it fell, smacking Dani in the face. Jack thought it was over and felt both relieved and disappointed. Then Xavier said, "now suck my cock." Jack watched as his wife took the head into her mouth. He could see her cheek bulge out as she swallowed it. Dani wasn't into blow jobs. In eight years, she had probably only taken his penis into her mouth six times and never for longer then a few minutes, complaining that he was too big and he had believed her. "Xavier, I think this has gone on long enough," said Jack. "Time to quit." Jack moved out from behind the camera walking towards them, just as Xavier flashed him an angry glare that turned his legs weak with fear. "Come on Jack, a blow jobs no big deal. Get back there and take pictures." Jack retreated feeling his balls crawl into his scrotum. He got back behind his camera and started taking pictures again. Dani's eyes watered as the head pushed into her throat and she choked. Xavier needed her to make him cum. He needed to cum so bad, she redoubled her efforts. His cock was wet with her saliva and she started stroking it with both her hands as she bobbed her head around the end. She relaxed her throat concentrating on breathing through her nose as she tried to suppress her gag reflex. She hated herself for being so unskilled at pleasing a man. Xavier deserved the best and tears started falling down her cheeks at the thought of displeasing him. She pushed forward feeling the head slide deep into her throat and opened her eyes to see there was still five inches sticking out. She whimpered in frustration. "It's alright slut," said Xavier patting her head. He rested his hand on her head and began moving her head back and forth, picking up speed until her head was bobbing along half his cock, jerking the other half with both hands. Dani kept up the pace for what felt like an hour. Xavier released her head and she rested from time to time to catch her breath, but continued jerking off his cock. Finally, it seemed to swell even bigger and she knew he was close. "Ready?" asked Xavier. Dani looked up and nodded with his cock stil in her mouth, but he was looking over at Jack who was busy changing film. Jack put the new roll of film in and started snapping pictures again. He immediately noticed the swollen state of Xavier's cock as his wife bobbed her head over it. "Honey, watch out, I think he's getting ready to blow," he said knowing she would never swallow the black man's sperm. "Zoom in on her mouth Jack," said Xavier. "and hurry damn it." Jack obeyed, taking a picture just as sperm shot out of Dani's mouth around the sides of Xavier's still thrusting cock. More sperm dribbled down her chin and Jack watched her gulp it down. Just as she swallowed her cheeks bulged out again before swallowing a second time. Xavier yanked his cock out and shot a third wad on her face. That alone was more sperm then Jack had ever produced in his entire life. Semen covered his wife's hair, forehead, nose, and cheeks. Xavier angled his cock down and sprayed an equally large wad all over her breasts. All the time, he had been holding Dani's head back away from his spraying cock and as soon as he released it, she attacked it again, jerking her hand along his shaft towards her mouth as if she were milking it for more sperm. 'Thank god, it's over,' thought Jack relieved. Dani pulled back away from it a look of awe on her sperm covered face. "Dear god, it's still hard. I thought you said it goes down once you cum." Her voice was a little hoarse. "I lied, it almost never goes down. Lets move over to the couch and get some shots of my cock pointed at that pretty little red-haired pussy of yours." Xavier helped Dani up and they walked over to the couch. She sat, spreading her legs wide and Xavier kneeled between her legs with the tip of his cock poised on her pussy lips. He began sliding the head along her wet lips until she started raising her hips into it. "Hey, wimp you getting this?" Jack was shocked that they were still going at it and was standing frozen. "Get the fuck over here and get a picture of this," yelled Xavier. Jack grabbed the camera and aimed it at Dani's pussy. "Be sure to capture how wet she is for me," said Xavier. The black man wasn't lying, the entire insides of her thighs were soaked. "Now watch as her lips stretch out and close around my head." Xavier pushed down just as Dani moaned raising herself onto the end on his cock. Jack watched as the first inch disappeared into his wife's pussy. "Xavier stop now," said Jack worried at how quickly Dani's pussy had swallowed up the black man's fat cock head. "Take it out this instant. You can't fuck my wife." "I can and I am," Xavier said pushing another two inches in. Dani's eyes were wide with disbelief as her vagina was stretched out like never before. "Just keep taking pictures Jack. Besides, your wife wants me to fuck her, don't you baby?" Dani just nodded and Xavier added, "I can't hear you." "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, I want you to fuck me." "See Jack, she wants it," he said pulling his cock out and smacking it on her belly a couple times. Jack couldn't help but notice the look of loss on Dani's face when he removed it. "Do you wan't this?" "Yes, fuck me." "With what?" "Your cock, fuck me with your big cock." Dani was gritting her teeth in frustration, trying to raise her pussy into his cock, but Xavier just held it with the tip poised on her slit. "What kind of cock is it?" "Your black cock, fuck me with your big black cock. Oh god yes," she cried as Xavier quit teasing her and pushed about half his cock in. Xavier leaned forward and Jack almost lost sight of his wife as the black man's large body covered her. Jack didn't have a very good shot of them fucking. All he could see of Dani was her legs, which were spread wide, her knees slowly folding until her feet were touching his ass, squeezing his hips as Xavier picked up speed. Her hands were squeezing his back tightly. Jack bent down between Xavier's legs and looked up. Xavier had pushed about eight inches inside Dani and was slipping a little more in with each thrust. He raised the camera and snapped a picture and then another. He could see Dani's ass quivering and her clit was engorged as the hood of Xavier's cock slid across it with each thrust. Suddenly, he could hear a scream of pleasure come from Dani, her voice muffled by Xavier's chest, and a clear trickle of fluid poured out around the thrusting cock, trickling down her ass. Dani had orgasmed. Up until now, Jack was the only man to hold that distinction and he felt a pang of regret. She had cum a lot when they were first married and a lot less in recent years, though it had picked up some with her recent bout of horniness. He felt betrayed by his wife's reaction to Xavier's fucking. Xavier's cock glistened with her cum and the fresh lubrication allowed him to slide in several more inches. Jack took some more pictures just as Dani screamed again and a fresh stream of cum trickled down her ass. Jack remembered the time on their honeymoon he had given her two orgasms, but that was a long time ago. He looked back up and took a picture. Dani had taken a little more then a foot of Xavier's cock and he appeared to have bottomed out. Just as he snapped another picture, Dani screamed again, louder this time, and Jack captured on film, her cum squirting out around Xavier's shaft as Dani had the biggest orgasm of her life. Her cum continued to pour out as Dani seemed to orgasm every five strokes. Her last scream mingled with a loud grunt from Xavier and Jack captured white cum shooting out of Dani's pussy. Xavier's giant balls were expanding and contracting as they continued to pump sperm deep into Dani's womb. Xavier pulled out and Jack got a picture of his final wad shooting out about two feet from the tip of Xavier's cock, splattering a long strand of sperm from the bottom of Dani's breasts to just below her belly button. His wife appeared to have passed out. "Get some pictures of her spread open," said Xavier. "I'll be right back." Jack couldn't understand why he kept taking pictures of what was the worst day of his life, but he had already decided to destroy them after developing them. Xavier headed upstairs to the bathroom and Jack couldn't resist some more shots of Dani's sperm covered face and body, nor of her gaping sperm filled pussy. Semen was pouring out, staining his couch. Her labia was stretched apart, slowly closing, which only forced out more sperm. Dani moaned and started coming around. "Honey, are you ok? Did he hurt you?" Dani chuckled and she seemed drunk. "Hurt me? No, he didn't hurt me. He just gave me the first real fucking of my life and I loved every minute of it. I love you Jack, but you'll never be able to fuck me like he just did, even if you can get it up again." Jack flinched feeling like his recent problems with impotence had caused this whole mess. He walked over and changed the film putting in a fresh roll. He was surprised to see that he had built up fifteen rolls of film since Xavier had gotten here. Xavier came back downstairs holding a jar of vaseline. "You got a fresh roll in there?" "Surely you can't go again?" Jack asked. Xavier's cock was as soft as he had ever seen it and it was still plump, angling out and down about eight inches long. "Just get ready," said Xavier turning to Dani. "Alright bitch, get down on all fours." Dani struggled to get off the couch, but obeyed getting down on all fours as Xavier put some large dollops of vaseline in his hand. He began rubbing it along his cock and Jack couldn't believe how quickly it turned hard agian. In just a few seconds it was as rampant as a man who hadn't ejaculated in a year would be. "Exactly how long can you keep this up?" asked Jack watching Xavier kneel behind Dani. "Fifteen times in twentyfour hours is my personal best," said Xavier proudly, "but don't worry, I'm out of here after this. I average about five times a day." Dani jumped as if she was a little sore as Xavier slid his cock back into her pussy, but soon she was thrusting back into him as he slow fucked her. Her big breasts swung as the two rocked back and forth on the floor. Xavier dipped his thumb into the vaseline and began working it around her rectum. She jumped again as he pushed it in, but soon started pushing up into it until his thumb disappeared entirely. "Ooo, I feel so full," she muttered cumming again from the additional anal stimulation. Jack had long lost count of the number of times she had cum that day. He just kept taking pictures. Xavier pulled his thumb out, this time coating two fingers with vaseline, and pushing them into her ass. She winced a little as both were wider then Jack's penis, but Xavier just held them still, letting her get used to it. She came again, another big one, her juices running down the insides of her thighs. "God, I can't take anymore," she moaned. Xavier pulled his fingers out and then his cock, resting it on the crack of her ass. "Thank you," she panted. "I think that if I came anymore it would kill me." "Well, I still need to cum." he said, pulling his hips back until the head of his cock rested near the the pretty little rosebud on Dani's tight ass. Jack gulped realizing what Xavier intended. "What are you doing?" asked Dani jumping as Xavier began pressing down on the end of his penis. "Dear god, you'll split me in two." Xavier didn't listen, pushing down until her ass slowly opened, wider and wider and his cock head slid into it. "God no, you're too big," she cried trying to crawl forwards, but Xavier held her and she collapsed on the floor with her ass thrust into the air. Jack watched her ass slowly close around the hood of Xavier's cock-head and he snapped a picture amazed at the sight before him. Xavier was compassionate enough that he stayed like that until she got used to it. He pushed forwards again, Dani crying out as the thick part under the head pushed past her anus. He paused again before pushing the next few inches. "So fucking tight," he growled pulling out. Dani looked relieved, but he was only adding a fresh coat of vaseline to his cock. It went in easier the second time and once the thick part of his shaft was past her rectum, the rest seemed easier on her. Xavier met resistence and couldn't get anymore inside her. On a normal man, it didn't look all that bad because five inches of cock was sticking out of her, but with Xavier that meant that she had taken about nine inches. However, the six inch gap, gave Jack a great view for some photographs. Xavier started out slowly fucking her ass, picking up speed as Dani began moaning. Jack couldn't believe that she was liking this. Her head was buried in her arms and her voice was muffled as she spoke. Jack leaned down to hear her. "Fuck me, fuck my ass. I love it. Fuck my ass with your big black cock." Xavier's Modeling Job Jack pulled away sickened that he had married such a slut. His roll was done so he walked back over to his tripod and sat down. Xavier reached down between their bodies and diddled her clit until she came again and several more times while he pumped her ass for about fifteen minutes. The black man began grunting, thrusting wildly. "Get ready Jack," he groaned. and seeing Jack sitting across the room growled, "Why the fuck aren't you getting this on film?" "I ran out," shrugged Jack pointing towards about twenty rolls of film sitting on the table. Xavier ignored him after that, thrusting a few more times until he grunted and came again. He pulled out and shot a wad across her ass cheeks and back. The third load, thought Jack, and he's still cumming buckets. Xavier's cock quit squirting and he rested it on her ass, sperm still leaking out. When he was done, he smacked his cock across her ass cheeks a couple times forcing out a couple more drops. Jack watched as Xavier stood up and stretched. He was sweaty and panting, but the black man didn't seem to be the least bit exhausted after cumming three times in two hours. Instead, he seemed invigorated. Xavier grabbed his clothes and bag, leaving Dani lying on the floor with her ass still thrust up. "Better go check on your wife," said Xavier walking over to him. Jack nodded and walked over to Dani who still hadn't moved. He watched as her ass slowly closed forcing sperm out, to run down to her pussy and drip on the floor. "Shame you didn't get a shot of that great ass fucking," called Xavier from the stairs. "Be sure and buy more film for next week. I'll bring a video camera and a buddy of mine along." "No", yelled Jack feeling a little more manly now that the imposing black giant was out of the room. "There's not going to be a next week. This is it Xavier, you hear me?" Jack turned around, proud of himself for standing up to Xavier. He wouldn't even develop the film, he would just destroy it, though he would never forget today. Then, he noticed that all twenty rolls of film were gone. ******************** Xavier threw his bag into the truck and decided to blow off work for the rest of the day. He aimed his truck out of Stony Harbor towards New York City. If these pictures came out as good as Jack's other ones, they would be worth a fortune. Tyrone Jones could have these up on their web sites by tonight and in Ebony and Ivory Illustrated in time for next month's issue. In the event Dani came to her senses when the pheromones wore off, he could use the pictures to blackmail the couple into making Jack videotape them next week with Mustafa or Rashidi or both. Then, after that, he could bring her down to the studio to make a professional video. Her possibilities were endless. The End