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Trinity

By: Gryffindor



Chapter One

The small man trembled with fear as he stood outside the inner office. His boss would not be happy hearing the news that he carried about another failed mission and another dead operative. The man wished that this message was not his to deliver, but wishing would not change anything. His hand reached out and softly knocked on the inner office door.

A deep, emotionless voice rang out in answer. 

"Enter!" 

The small man slowly opened the massive door and slid into the office. All the drapes were closed blocking any natural light from entering the room. A few standing lamps were placed at odd intervals throughout the office. The man could not make out the features of his boss' face, but the voice commanded complete respect and obedience.

"Give me the report on the Berlin Mission." The voice demanded. 

"S...sir," The man stuttered. "The mission was not s...s...successful." 

"Five of our top operatives were assigned to this mission. Failure was not a possibility. Explain." The boss said. 

"It was," The man gulped in fear. This was the part of the message he was afraid to relay. "It was Trinity, sir." 

"How many operatives are still alive?" The boss asked, his voice tight with hatred. 

"Four operatives survived, sir." The man quietly replied. "They are on their way back to headquarters now. Their flight should be landing in a few hours."

"Send them to me as soon as they arrive." The boss said, obviously dismissing the small man. 

The man quickly left the office, grateful to be away from his boss's wrath. The man behind the desk sighed as the office door closed. He reached out and picked up the phone on his desk. His fingers quickly dialed a number that only he knew. The call was answered after one ring.

"Yes." The man said into the phone. "Berlin was a failure. Trinity has struck again." 

* * *

The small private airplane soared thousands of feet above the ocean. One of the two flight attendants on board just finished giving the passengers their safety instructions and headed back towards the small galley. The fight attendant pulled the curtain closed behind her where another woman was standing in the small kitchen cutting up sandwiches.

"How'd it go?" The woman with the food asked. 

"It went ok, I guess." The first woman responded. "Jackie, can I ask you a question?" 

Jackie stopped cutting up the sandwiches and looked at the other woman. 

"Sure, Marie." Jackie said with a smile. 

"I'm a bit confused." Marie said with a small smile. "I know this is only my first flight, but there are only four people out there. We had five passengers in the beginning. Is that normal?"

"Let me give you a piece of friendly advice, sweetheart." Jackie said. "Forget whatever you see or hear on these flights. If you want to live to see your next birthday, just ignore everything. Got it, hun?"

"Ok." Marie replied. "So, is what I heard true then?" 

"What did you hear?" Jackie asked as the smile faded from her face. 

"Well..." Marie paused. "I heard some gossip that this company...well...let's just say I heard I wasn't flying with the good guys."

Jackie stepped towards Marie, the knife suddenly in her hand. Marie backed into the corner of the galley as Jackie raised the knife in front of her.

"I'm not going to tell you again. Forget EVERYTHING you see or hear." Jackie's voice had become very cold. "You're getting paid a large amount of money so don't worry about anything else."

"Okay, Jackie, I'm sorry." Marie's body shuddered in fear and her eyes were wide as she stared back at Jackie. She reached into the cabinet and grabbed her purse. "I'm going to use the bathroom really quick and splash some water on my face."

"You do that, sweetie." Jackie replied with a smile. 

Marie quickly walked around the galley's corner and into the small hallway that was there. Hallway really wasn't the right word for the space. It was a medium sized area with three doors: the door to the bathroom, the door to the cockpit, and the plane's exit door. Marie quietly stepped into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.

Marie set her purse down on the small sink as she gazed at her reflection. Her blonde hair hung down until it almost touched her shoulders. The only imperfection on her smooth skin was a beauty mark that rested on her right cheekbone. A multitude of freckles were sprinkled across her cheeks and forehead. Marie reached into her purse and removed a tube of lipstick. She removed the cap and tossed it into the trash as she glanced at the bright red color that was showing at the top of the tube.

After setting the lipstick down on the sink, Marie reached above her head, pressing her fingertips on the low ceiling. Giving a sharp push, part of the ceiling lifted and she was able to slide it out of the way. Marie reached into the space and retrieved a small, wrapped bundle. She quickly moved the ceiling tile back into place and untied the package. Marie quickly stripped out of her flight attendant uniform and pulled on the skintight jumpsuit that was in the package. Once she zipped that into place she reached out for the only other item that was in the package, a parachute. 

Marie looked back into the mirror and sighed. She grabbed a tissue out of her purse and quickly wiped her face off. The freckles that were so prominent before were now gone and her fingers quickly pulled the beauty mark off of her cheek. She reached up and ran her fingers through her hair. The blonde hair came sliding off of her head and Marie tossed the wig and the flight attendant uniform into the tiny trashcan. She shook her head causing her dark red hair to cascade down around her shoulder blades. It was obviously her natural color, a deep red that resembled a desert sunset that no box color could reproduce. 

She picked up the lipstick again and pulled it out of the tube. She then rolled it into a small ball and pushed it against the side of the toilet. She snapped the bottom of the lipstick tube off, revealing a hidden detonator, and pressed it into the lipstick. Marie reached into one of the jumpsuit's pockets, pulled out some wire, and quickly connected it to the plastique and the detonator. Marie knelt down and placed her watch near the toilet. She pushed a button and set her watch for three minutes. She pressed another button and a small light blinked on the detonator to indicate that it was now set.

She quickly left the bathroom and headed back into the galley. Jackie did a double take. 

"Who the fuck..." Her voice drifted off. Recognition dawned on her face. "Marie?" 

"My name's Vanessa." Vanessa replied. She jumped towards Jackie, her foot lashing out and knocking the woman backwards. Jackie found herself up against the wall with her arms behind her back while her face showed her shock. Vanessa leaned in close to her. "Though you can call me Trinity."

She moved her one hand up, so her watch was visible to Jackie. 

"Do you see how my watch says ninety seconds on it?" She asked. Jackie quickly nodded. "Good. That's how much time is left before this plane blows like a firecracker on the Fourth of July. You really should have thought about the type of people you work for; too late now."

Vanessa stepped to the side and tossed Jackie backwards through the curtain into the main seating area. As she took off towards the plane's exit she could hear shouts coming from the passengers. Her watched beeped, signifying only sixty seconds remained. Vanessa grabbed the handle and quickly spun it around. She heard the lock click and her foot shot out knocking the door open. A huge gust of wind blew through the opening. She leapt through the open doorway, without even a backward glance, and barely avoided a spray of bullets. 

Vanessa kept her arms against her body and her legs tightly closed, allowing her to shoot through the air like a rocket. She heard the explosion seconds later. Her eyes searched the ocean and then a small dot appeared ahead of her. She pulled the cord on her pack, releasing the chute. She silently floated for the next few minutes as the dot became bigger and bigger. The dot became a large fishing boat and she expertly maneuvered herself onto the deck. The parachute floated behind her off the back of the boat. Vanessa took off the parachute and held the harness in her hand. She reached into another jumpsuit pocket and pulled out a small lighter. 

With a simple flick of her finger a small flame appeared. She put the flame to the harness. The fire raced up the cords to the chute itself, which was coated with a thin layer of flammable gel. She watched as the chute burned and the ashes disappeared into the ocean. Vanessa pulled on a pair of overalls and a jacket that were sitting on the deck. She pulled a baseball cap out of the jacket's pocket and pulled her hair up underneath it. Vanessa walked up to the ship's bridge where a younger, attractive man was at the helm. He glanced up at her.

"You get to have all the fun." He said with a frown. 

"Don't pout, Alec." She replied with a laugh. "You got to blow up that building last time, dear brother." 

"It's not the same thing." Alec replied. A smile finally appeared on his face. "I take it things went well, sis?" 

"The Berlin assignment went out with a bang." Vanessa said with a smirk 

* * *

The Central Intelligence Agency of the United States is considered to be one of the most, if not the most, powerful spy agency in the world. A fact that is not known is that there is another organization more powerful than anything this world has ever seen. Its existence is shrouded in complete secrecy. It is called the Covenant. The Covenant pre-dates any other organization of its kind. The origin of the Covenant dates back to an area now known as Salisbury Plain, England. Salisbury Plain is also the resting spot for one of the greatest manmade wonders of the world, Stonehenge. 

Stonehenge was completed centuries ago, its creation still shrouded in mystery. A group of Druid priests and their families visited the site on the night of its completion. There were a total of thirty people at the gathering, spread across six families. They discussed their own private matters, but soon the topic of war and violence was brought up. Rumors flew through the land of hatred and rage spreading across countries like a wild fire during a drought. The group quickly decided that something had to be done. They realized the pain and hatred that can be brought about by human hands. 

These six families declared a pact with one another, a pact and promise to keep the world as safe as possible. Their purpose would be to rid the world of evil. These people were willing to do the unthinkable. They gave up their quiet, peaceful lives and integrated themselves into early society. They used their intelligence and determination to work up through society's ranks and claim positions of power and authority. 

The Covenant was made up of people of great faith with an even greater courage. Their belief, and the belief of current members of the Covenant, is that mankind, overall, is good and deserves the chance at peace and happiness. Throughout the centuries the Covenant has successfully hidden from the world. This is, and was, due to the fact that only the members of the group knew of its existence. The only way to enter into the Covenant is through one of its members. The members were very, very cautious of who was brought into their fold, but to this day they have always been successful. Knowledge of the Covenant has never been leaked out to anyone. Another reason for its success is that the members' identities are held in secret. Even the members of the group do not know each other. 

The group did need a way to recognize other members if needed, so each member wore a sterling silver pendant that represented their codename in the Covenant. A picture of Stonehenge was engraved on the back of each one, as a reminder of the group's beginning. It started with a small group of thirty people and has grown to the size of an army. The Covenant currently has over 300 active members, and is spread across six continents. The members of the group could be anyone from a world leader to the local kindergarten teacher. No matter their place in society, their mission remains the same, to bring about peace and safety to everyone and everything on the planet. 

* * *

A fire red mustang convertible sped down the streets of the quiet New England town. It was a neighborhood of old money and manners. The people were a close-knit community, and were not very forthcoming with strangers. The sound of the car drew a few people to their windows, but they all recognized the car immediately. It belonged to Alec Romane. The Romanes were one of the first families to settle in the area, and their family had a great deal of respect within the community.

The mustang slowed down and stopped in front of a massive iron gate. The gate was completely done in scrollwork with a giant R that rested in the center of it. After a moment's pause the gate soundlessly slid open. The mustang drove up the scenic driveway and stopped in front of a large, old Victorian home. The house had been renovated a few years ago, returning it to its original awe-inspiring beauty. The sun was setting and it gave the property the look of a beautiful picture postcard.

Alec Michael Romane stepped out of the mustang, stretching his tall, solid body as he yawned. Alec was the most eligible bachelor in the community. Mothers in the neighborhood had tried to get him interested in their daughters for a long time, even some of the mothers went after him themselves, but it never worked. He always seemed to be too busy traveling for the family business. 

It was easy to see why so many people were after him. His six foot two frame was well built, with a body developed from genetics and time in the gym. Alec got his looks from his mother's Nordic heritage. His sun kissed blonde hair hung down just below his ears and his eyes were an icy blue. Alec was a kind and generous man with a maturity that seemed beyond his twenty-four years. He always remained calm and assured, no matter the pressure.

Vanessa Lynn Romane slid out of the passenger side of the vehicle. She was almost in equal height of her brother at an even six feet tall. Her lean, muscled body was as strong as any Olympic athlete, man or woman. Vanessa's beauty was an obvious reflection of their family's Irish heritage. Her copper hair hung down towards her shoulder blades. Vanessa's eyes were a deep emerald green that flashed and burned when she was angry. Most people did not realize that they were brother and sister or that Vanessa was older by a year. Her beauty made her appear younger than she actually was. 

They walked around to the back of the mustang, and began taking their luggage out of the trunk. Vanessa and Alec made their way with the luggage up to the front door. Alec dug around in his pocket for a moment before finally retrieving the keys.

"Take your time, brother dear, it's not like these bags are heavy." Vanessa said with a sigh. "I'd really like to take a hot bubble bath and relax sometime in the next few hours."

"How is it that you can't hold some luggage for a few minutes, but you were able to hang off the side of a building for an hour? Unless you were lying about that time in Athens." Alec said with a smile as he unlocked the front door. "Don't take your jetlag crankiness out on me, Nessa."

They stepped into the foyer of the home. A massive staircase was off to the left leading to the upstairs. The living room was off to the right, a few steps down from the main entry of the home. The floor of the foyer and the hallway, which ran back to the kitchen area, was covered in a rich black and white Italian marble tile. Vanessa gently closed the door behind them.

"I'll handle it this time." She smirked at the brother. "You almost got us killed last time." 

"Only because you pushed me." Alec muttered under his breath. 

Vanessa stepped forward onto the tile floor. She slowly and carefully stepped across some of the tiles in a specific pattern. As her foot gently pressed down on the last tile a woman's voice softly echoed into the foyer.

"Security system disarmed. Welcome home, Trinity and Phoenix." 

"Thank you, Muse." Alec responded to the disembodied voice. "Activity report, please." 

"There was no breach or intrusion of the estate's perimeter during your absence, expect for the occasional wild animal. Each animal was scanned and verified as actual mammals. No bugs or other communication and tracking devices were found on their bodies. Mr. Clerick from the Foundation called with the list of this quarter's scholarship finalists. All pertinent information has been loaded into the house's mainframe, and is available at your personal computer as well."

"Well done, Muse, that is all for now, thank you. " Vanessa said with a yawn. " Please remind me why she has a British accent?" 

"Because someone got totally infatuated with a British man a few years ago after a mission." Alec replied. 

"That's right. William...I haven't thought of him in a long time." She replied with a grin. "If I remember correctly it's your turn to look over the scholarship list."

"Yes it is, but unlike you, I don't mind doing it." Alec replied. 

Vanessa and Alec's great-great grandparents started the Romane Foundation over a century ago. The Romanes had always been a family of great wealth and riches. Their wealth included money, but it was not limited to that. The family was a caring and compassionate group of people, and their loved ones and friends enriched their lives. It is a little known fact that the Romanes were one of the original six families that founded the Covenant. 

Through the years the Romanes gained great respect for their generosity and compassion for their fellow man. The family was always helping less fortunate people wherever they lived. The Romane Foundation was created to help people in times of need and to contribute to charitable organizations. The family name became so well known that there are major corporations that donate millions of dollars a year to the Foundation.

The Romane Foundation also provided Vanessa and Alec with their cover. They were able to travel away on 'business' anytime they needed. When they were not on a mission or assignment for the Covenant they worked on things for the Foundation. This time of year they were looking at college scholarship finalists. Vanessa's happiness at having Alec work on it was not that she didn't enjoy helping people, because she really did, but there was always so much paperwork to read. Alec was the one that enjoyed being immersed in that much information. He may look like the star quarterback of the high school, but he was really a library nerd through and through. 

Alec and Vanessa took the luggage containing their clothing up to their respective bedrooms. Vanessa came back downstairs a bit later to find Alec waiting for her in the foyer.

"Please, tell me you didn't just dump your clothes back into the dresser." Vanessa pleaded with her brother. 

"Nessa, why does it matter to you what I do with my things?" Alec smiled back. "I might not be a huge neat freak like you, but I at least keep my stuff in my room." He leaned down and picked up one of the two remaining bags. "Now, can we get the rest of this put away, please?"

"Of course." Vanessa sighed. "Tell me again why we don't have a butler or maid that's 'in the know' to help us with these things? Unpacking and packing all of this is what I hate most about our jobs."

"The only people that know are the members of the families." Alec said over his shoulder to her. "You know that, and this wouldn't be so bad if you didn't whine about it the entire time."


Trinity



She stood at the banks of the blue and silver river, gazing across the blazing noon day sky. Beauty over beauty like a majestic eagle over a snow capped mountain. The wind lightly slung her long silken hair outward in waves and flickers like that of a fire. Her bare tanned skin shined as she basked in the hot sun, on the rivers edge. 

Her face slowly rose to soak up the suns mesmerizing, radiant warmth. Raising her arms up and out, she grasped the air. Her bare breasts pointed towards the heavens as She began a short chant.

"I love the sun, it gives me warmth..." She smiled as she lowered her arms and began to walk slowly forward, slipping in to the river, deeper with every step. Her feet found footing in the rivers sandy bottom. She lightly touched the surface with her hand gliding over the water with enchanting swirls, while the river hugged her thighs.

The water lapped at her woman hood and her tan brown upper legs as she found a comfortable depth that sensually stimulated her. She massaged her firm mounds and tugged at her taught nipples. Her large brown ovals were ground zero for her finger tips attention. 

The air became dryer and the heat began to rise, She subsided into the water up to her breasts and tilted her hair back into the water. Slinging her head forward with wet hair that slightly, whipped and snapped across her chest as she shook out, the bulk of the wetness.

"You are very beautiful," a deep voice came from up towards the mountaintops and the glaring sun.

"Who's there?" she asked while slipping into the water up to her neck, to cover her nakedness. One hand she used to shield her eyes from the Suns blinding light. The other hand curled across her breasts.

"What is your name?" He asked politely and with a gentle tone. Like a crackle in a fire, crisp and sharp flickered words. A flock of egrets 'squawked' and took to the air. The river reflected the Suns brightness as she finally closed her eyes and listened attentively, since she was blinded and unable to see.

"Please leave," She shouted angrily as she sank into the water even deeper showing her fear and an attempt to shield herself. The bright shine of the sun seem to lessen as she made her way toward the bank with her back towards the beating rays.

She turned and saw there was no one as she glanced all around. She questioned her sanity but knew her mind was sound. Something was strange about his voice, yet she was intrigued by his gentle tone and kind words.

She got dressed and went back to her tribe and t-pee and resumed her usual tasks. The experience at the rivers bathing, heavy on her mind and the mysterious voice that now entranced her. 

The next day she made her daily pilgrimage to the river for cleansing the body and mind. The anticipation mixed fear in a deep pit within her that made every step sounding her heavy burden, like a beating drum.

She reached the ribbon of wetness and kicked at the flowing river edge. Her eyes were on the water but her mind was riddled with caution. She shed her clothes to the same daily beat, one leather strand at a time. Short skirt of buckskin fell to the grass in a silent blend. Reaching up and pulling off her top, she stepped ankle deep into the cool river, where she had bathed daily all her life. 

She glided her hand across the top of the water and cupped a small amount and whisked the wetness to her hot bare chest and neck. The droplets splattered like sparkling diamonds scattered in the shining sun. She teased a nipple with light tugs and pulls then squeezed her soft firm mound coming to a point then pulling lightly. Finger tips twisted slightly then they pulled playfully.

A crow took flight with siren calls 'caw caw' as she swished a spray of wetness across her warm, bare skin. Slowly she gated deeper in the water as the air seemed to get hotter and hotter. As if the Sun was rising to its fullest or even drawing nearer. The air she breathed seem to be coming more dense by the moment. A reflective glare came blinding so she shielded her eyes. 

"What is your name?" The Strangers voice crackled. She tried desperately, with no shame to her nakedness to see the lips behind the voice. With no success she finally turned her back to the brightness and sank into the water.

"If I tell you my name, will you leave?" She asked in a frustrated huff, showing no fear. 

"Yes," he replied.

"Trinity," she barked wrapping her arms around her self, sinking deeper into the safety of the river. The air grew warm and the brightness died. She eventually turned to find nothing or no one there. The river reflected the sun, which seemed twice as hot today as it had yesterday. 

The shorelines seem flush green compared to the backdrop of trees that looked brown and parched. She resumed her bathing and soon shed the fears of her daily strangers, voice. Cleansing her minds worries the best she could with all that life has thrown at her and her tribe.

She washed her body and her long hair and as she looked down into the rivers reflective mirror, she smiled. 'That's how he does it,' she thought, then back to the tribe she went and slipped into her day that sank into night. 

The tribe was growing concerned about their crops survival with no rain and the scorching days they have endured. The nightly fireside chat was steaming with worried chatter. No one had any answers, as the days seem to grow hotter and dryer.

The next day Trinity made her usual journey to spend the hottest part of the summer's day in the cool river. She smiled with anticipation that slid into a wicked gin.

She reached the water and shed her clothes faster than a lizard off a hot rock. Diving into the cooler water with eagerness and splashing to the surface with her arms out in glee, with one hand busy.

She was aware of the heat wave but she just taunted it by raising her rear to the air and diving away. As she surfaced she quickly flashed a sheet of silver that she used for jewelry, towards the brightness that come. The reflective silver shined back at the daily glare that came and offered a small window of sight for Trinity to see.

She saw no one but then heard the flickering voice speak. "Hello Trinity," a snap in his voice was like a piercing snicker. "How clever of you," he crackled.

"Who are you?" Trinity asked but there was no response, so she became more blunt. "What is your name." Wiping the sweat from her brow as the heat got intense.

"Some one who adores your beauty." He said softer than usual then the brightness slowly withered away. 

"Wait," Trinity yelled but there was no one, or no glare other than the slight reflective glitters off ripples in the rivers current. Heat waves slivered across dense air and the trees crackled of dry and dead leaves.

The heat on the surface of the water, matched the air but the cool deeper water felt wonderful so she swam into the depths of the chilling lower current and cooled off. 

That evening the usual tribal concerns were addressed only now more and more were noticing the daily flash of heat that seem to come about the same time everyday. Some wild fires had been spotted in distant hillsides and the concern for their crops and village was on every tribal members mind.

The next day Trinity made her way to the river as always and contemplated on her daily visitor. Today she thought she would have to discover who was behind this mystic voice. When she got to the banks of the river, she sat on a stump and waited.

She sensed the air beginning to get hotter and hotter. Looking all around and very aware this time she noticed the brightness come from high in the sky, like an albino Eagle. Shielding her eyes as the bright shine came, she prepared herself.

"Hello Trinity," the voice said in a sultry tone.

"Can you tell me why we haven't seen any rain in a long time?" She asked quickly.

"I sent the clouds away," the voice said as the heat become almost unbearable. Almost forcing Trinity to slip into the river fully clothed in search for the cool under current from the blazing heat wave.

"We need rain desperately," Trinity pleaded as the heat slowly subsided and the brightness began to fade. 

"My every moment, I am in anticipation until I can see your beauty again!" The voice seem distant and trailed off into the high heavens.

The next day Trinity sat in wait, again. The land was brown and dying. The hills were patched with wild fires and the creeks had all dried up. Even the river was very low. 

The brightness began about the same time the heat wave came. Trinity put her hand over her eyes as the glare grew. "Hello Trinity," the voice announced.

"Please let the rains come," Trinity shouted in haste and desperation.

"I can't, I must see you. I pass over every day and my every moment, I anticipate seeing you." The crackled voice seem to become dimmer as the heat flash scorched the river bank and drove Trinity into the river for the comfort of the cool water.

"The land is suffering, please let the clouds come," Trinity yelled to the heavens. There was no reply but more of an understanding who the strangers voice truly was, became more obvious to Trinity.

She meditated on the dilemma that night while the village was claiming the crops would soon be parched beyond repair. The whole tribe carried water daily in repetition but it was barely sustaining the earth's absorption, it seemed everything they did was futile.

The next day, Trinity sat in wait but not at the rivers bank. But high on the bluffs she stood, over looking the brown Earth, waiting. The usual anticipation jitters but mostly she was caught in her inner circle of Her thoughts. 

What could help them get rain more than any thing was foremost on her mind. That which would save her people. The Earth's parchment was nearing the point of showing eternal scars.

The shining bright Sun come again in a furious heat. The air was almost unbearable, the brightness burned the tops of the trees, "Hello Trinity," the voice said in a flicker.

"I bid you farewell," Trinity said as she stood and walked to the cliff edge. "We have no crops and the land is parched beyond repair, a Death Valley now, I must ...might as well die." Trinity shouted and jumped into the river, diving headfirst. The long free fall offered the Sun a clear view of her deathly dive into the bluffs rocky basin. Then the deadly under tow from the rivers swift current and the rapids, boulders then the waterfall.

The bright Sun watched in awe and wait for her to surface. The tops of trees began to burn for the suns over stay. Trinity never surfaced and the Sun finally had to continue its daily journey. The Sun watched from high in the sky but never saw Trinity surface.

The Sun felt awful that Trinity committed suicide due to the circumstances of the heat wave. The Suns inability to control his passion and desire for a daily glance at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, caused him to loose his only love.

The next day the Sun returned to the river but there was no Trinity and the Sun watched feverishly for a sign of her throughout the day but he never saw her.

The next day the Suns sorrow showed in a downpour of tears and flooding rain. The Sun cried for many days. Then dried up the land and searched in hopes for his love but never saw her again. Rains came in plenty and the vegetation flourished, becoming green again. The Earth survived the Suns devastating visits thanks to the selflessness of one woman.

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What happen to Trinity? They named the river after her. No body knows for sure but the Sun never saw her again. Some say that there was an Indian woman who lived deep in the Dark forest. Her name was, Shadow Walker. She was a friend of the wise and nocturnal, Owls. 

They say she stays in the shadows to hide her hideous facial scars. How she got them, no body knows. She never comes out when the Sun's burning bright. It is also said she loves to bath nude, in the moonlight, along the banks of... The Trinity River.



Trinity



Friday night!

'The weekend has landed. All that exists now is clubs, drugs, pubs and parties!' Gotta love the movie Human Traffic! But it was Friday and that meant I was going to my favourite club to dance late, look at beautiful women and hang out with my friends.

I'd been a regular at Kingdom to over 20 years, was a lifetime VIP, went down into the office and talked to the owners while they counted the cash, knew just about everyone in the place...or they knew OF me. A friend called Kingdom my 'Mothership' and I felt completely myself when I was there.

It'd been 3 years since my divorce and I'd had a challenge on the dating scene. I am a VERY young 41 but seemed to be attractive to 19 – 22 year olds. Great if you want hot sex, not so much if you want any kind of relationship.

This night was different. Through the flashing lights, writhing bodies and dry ice fog I saw her. It was her height that caught my eye...6'+ a few for sure. She had long blonde hair and wore a short black skirt with a tight top that molded around a very nice looking pair of breasts. She was a beauty, dancing on the stage in a crowd but all alone. My mind said one word...'HOT'! Being a shy person I worked my way through the crowd, up onto the stage and danced my way over to her. "I'm Todd, I've never seen you here before." I almost expected the brush off, horny guy approaches girl in club thing, but she smiled and introduced herself as Trinity.

We danced together for a while, chatted as best we could through the music, worked our way over to the bar for a drink then outside to cool down and talk where we could actually hear each other. Trinity was 35, a mother, divorced like myself and sort of single. She was seeing a guy but it didn't seem all that serious, and besides, I enjoy a challenge! Through the rest of the night I circulated through the club, hung around and danced with my friends but also spent as much time as possible with Trinity. The only sour point in the night came as I was writing my name, phone number and email address for Trinity. A possessive ex girlfriend came over to see what I was doing, or in reality IF I was going to be doing someone that night. I gave Trinity the info, kissed her hand goodnight (knowing it would piss the ex GF off even more) and made my way home.

I got home about 4 a.m., totally awake, and hit the computer to surf porn. First thing I did was add Trinity's address into my MSN and about a minute later there she was. She'd just gotten home and was awake like me. We got chatting about the night, why we were still awake and other mundane stuff. I jokingly told Trinity that I was naked (which I was) and playing with myself thinking about her. She responded by activating her webcam and showing me her vibrator that she was going to use on herself in the tub. In no time we were having cyber sex through MSN and I stroked myself to a HUGE and very satisfying orgasm. Trinity used her toy for a while and then retired to the tub so she could bring herself off relaxed and hot from the water.

We chatted on and off over the next couple of weeks, hearing about her sort of BF, me with my ex GF, teasing each other and turning each other on every time. I masturbated thinking about what it would be like touching her, kissing her, eating and fucking her. I couldn't wait to see her again at the club.

A few weeks had gone by and Trinity let me know that she was going to be at the club that Friday. I was also going and I told her I'd see her there. That evening we met up on the stage and danced for a while, cooled down in the smoking area outside and continued our flirtation as before. A little before closing I decided to head out and Trinity told me that she was leaving too. Her car was parked a few streets away so I offered to drive her over since my truck was right there, plus I wanted a chance to spend a little more time with her. Trinity said okay and we hopped into my truck and started driving.

Trinity told me to turn on the next street but I ignored her and just kept driving. She smiled and asked me where I was going and I replied 'I'm not about to take you to your car now that I've got you here! I'm kidnapping you for a while and we're going for a drive!'. Trinity smiled and just went along with me as we drove along the quiet streets of Burlington. I drove along the lakeshore and stopped at a local park where we got out and walked for a bit, enjoying the view of the steel mills across the harbour. It was a chilly night so it didn't take us long to head back to the warmth of the truck. As I opened the door for Trinity my hand ran down her back and made gentle contact with her shapely ass. Trinity was wearing a very short pleather skirt with a matching top that hugged her beautiful curves and accented her large, firm breasts. Trinity smiled at me as I closed her door and I knew where I was taking her next.

We left the park and continued driving along the lake, my hand reaching over to find Trinity's hand, holding it and caressing it. We soon came to a cemetery that overlooks the harbour, the one where my father's parents were buried. I drove past their headstone, pointing it out to Trinity, then found a dark, quiet spot and parked the truck. Leaving the radio on, my hand stroked up and down Trinity's arm, and I moved across the seat closer to her. I started nuzzling her neck, nibbling my way up to her ear and then worked my mouth over to hers and kissed her. I was nervous about taking this step but knew it was what I had been dreaming about for the last few weeks.

Trinity responded to my kisses, her mouth opening and our tongues finding each other, gently searching and playing. My hands were also active, stroking up and down Trinity's arms and back but slowly moving over to and stroking her breasts. My fingers found their way into her top, feeling the suppleness of her ripe breasts, teasing the nipples that became erect, confirming that they were as large and firm as they appeared to be while I watched her dance. My mouth quickly followed my hands and I sucked on the erect nipples, gently biting and tugging on them.

Trinity's hand started at my chest and slowly moved down until it rested on the bulge in my pants. Her fingers easily unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, and since I don't wear underwear, my hard cock sprang into her hand to be gently stroked. My own hand had found its way under her skirt and between her legs, stroking her moist pussy gently over her panties. My fingers quickly found the edge of her panties and moved underneath, feeling the hot, moist lips part as I started probing into her.

Trinity reached between her legs, snapped something and then her panties were undone and my access unlimited. My fingers found her clit and gently rubbed it as she continued to stroke my cock. I started to move my head down, wanting to taste Trinity's juices but she stopped me. 'You don't want to go down there,' she said, 'I'm all sweaty from dancing!'. 'Even better as far as I'm concerned!' I told her and quickly placed my mouth onto her and started eating. I've always had a fixation for performing orally and I slowly licked my way through her pussy, nibbling on her lips, sucking them into my mouth, finding her clit with the tip of my tongue and teasing. I sucked as much of her fluid as I could into my mouth and savoured the taste. She was sweet, a little salty from the sweat and I loved every bit of it.

Trinity finally pulled me up and then leaned over and sucked my cock into her mouth. I could feel her tongue swirling around my shaft, her teeth making contact and softly scraping my sensitive skin. She sucked the head of my shaft like a lollipop and flicked her tongue over the opening, tasting the precum that was leaking out. I could feel my come start to build as her mouth stroked up and down my shaft. I think she sensed it too as she suddenly stopped.

'Do you have a condom?' Trinity asked. I looked at her, embarrassment written across my face. "I don't actually, I didn't actually think we'd go that far tonight.' I answered. 'My purse is in my car and I have some there.' Trinity said but we both knew that by the time we drove back to moment would be lost. Without a word Trinity turned and straddled my hips in the front seat of the truck. Grasping my cock she rubbed the tip across her pussy, pressed her hips down and sank slowly onto my shaft. Her pussy spread open and surrounded me, warm and wet as she started riding my cock. She rocked her hips back and forth, up and down, taking me in fully and then pulling back until just the tip was inside her. It was a glorious feeling as she fucked me, my naked shaft consumed by her delectable pussy.

'You can't come in me.' Trinity whispered as I started to respond to her motion, pressing my hips forward and my cock deeper. Suddenly there was a blinding light, a work truck was coming through the cemetery and, seeing my truck parked there, had come to investigate. Trinity stopped her movement and we hugged each other until the truck had driven past. Once they were gone she started to move on me again, only to have the same bastard come back for a second look. Again we stayed still until they were gone and then resumed as if nothing had happened.

I put my hands on Trinity's hips and started to really fuck, pulling her tight to me, pushing my cock as deep into her as I could. I could feel my come building and knew I wasn't far from coming. 'I'm going to come.' I warned Trinity and she quickly pulled herself off of my cock. I needed to release and started stroking myself, my shaft slick with our mingled juices providing plenty of lubrication. Trinity sat back and played with herself, watching me yanking on my cock, seeking that needed surge. Watching her fingers spreading the lips of her pussy wide, seeing her rub her clit, seeing her eyes on my cock as I stroked was such a turn on that it brought me over the top. I felt the surge from my balls as my come spewed up and onto my chest and stomach. Shot after shot flew from me as my hand continued to stroke, milking every little bit of come from my shaft. Some of it had even hit Trinity's hand and I watched as she brought it to her mouth and licked it off.

I took quite a while to come down from this orgasm, the pleasure of my release was that intense, a level I'd never attained before. I looked over at Trinity, leaned over and kissed her softly, thanking her for sharing such an incredible sexual experience with me. I then realized that I had nothing to clean myself with, no Kleenex, no napkins....nothing. I quickly got out of the truck and routed through the back seat, luckily finding a roll of paper towels, down to the last 2 sheets. I quickly wiped myself down as best I could, a little sticky for the ride home, then started driving Trinity back to her car.

When I dropped her off I thanked her again for an amazing (though not planned) night and kissed her goodbye. I hoped that we might get together again, and we did twice more, but more importantly our friendship and relationship has grown and remains strong.

More to come......



Trinity



Twas the night before Christmas and I needed a break. I was headed for Cancun. I wasn't taking anyone with me and I hoped that I would get the stress relief that I really needed. I wasn't on the island very long and I had seen lots of eye candy. Nothing really caught my eye, but maybe I wasn't looking. It had been a very long time and I didn't know if I wanted to do it again. Then out of nowhere this woman, tanned or Mexican came around the corner in a violet bikini with a royal purple wrap around. Her boobs were standing up loud and proud. Her hair was black and had a wet look going on with a slight bit of kink and a pair of lips that just begged to be kissed. I walked on past because that pic was locked in my mind. I went on about lounging in the sun. I saw her several more times with this good-looking football player type guy. I couldn't tell if they were married and I guess I didn't really care. 

I went to my room to take a nap and just couldn't get that girl out of my head. I got around to go down and have supper. As I was sitting in my booth, the girl slid into the other side. She said she had seen me watching her all day and wondered if I liked what I saw. Of course, I did but I apologized and gave some lame excuse. She was fidgeting in her seat and I knew she wasn't comfortable. Does your back hurt? I asked. She asked how I knew. My answer was enticing. I have magic hands, if I hadn't broken my thumb, I would be a masseuse. I finally asked her name and she said, Trinity. I said you better get back to your man, he looks a little impatient. She told me quickly that she was his fiancée. I said well I am in 201 if you need that back worked on.

Room 201 was a great room. It was a suite and had its own private hot tub on the landing outside the back door. It had a king sized bed, a deep bathtub and a shower that you could get in trouble in. I like my space, what can I say. I didn't figure I would see Trinity again let alone talk to her but she came over while I was lying on the beach and asked if my offer still stood. I said it did and we went back to my room. I could tell that she had been drinking. She told me that her boyfriend was a sex maniac and she needed a massage. I asked if she wanted a lotion massage or just a rub down. She decided on lotion and I had her lay on the bed. I undid her top and she threw it to the side. I proceeded to melt her muscles as we chitchatted. She kept leading with sex questions but I wouldn't answer. I didn't need her to know that I was way turned on. I finished the back rub and said that will be 1 kiss for 1 rub. She cocked an eye at me but got up showing me those glorious boobs and gave me a sensual kiss that made me lose my breath. She put on her top and left.

Now I had to decide what to do. First things first, I went and climbed in the hot tub and set one of the jets to stimulate my clit. I came thinking of her. This was bad. She found me at the beach the next day and said she wanted another massage. I tried to make excuses. She winked at me and I agreed. She asked if she could take a quick shower before I got started. I said that was fine. She left the door open slightly and climbed into the glass shower. I saw her in all her glory, big tits, flat stomach, nice ass, long shapely legs, and then she did it. She flipped her hair and I gasped. She came out naked drying her hair, teasing it and I bit my lip. I was hoping she didn't see that but she did. She walked over, pushed me back and flipped her hair right on my upper chest. I was frozen. She snapped it off and then laid down on the bed, completely naked. This was not going to be easy. I started the same way and chitchat began too. This time she went straight for the sex questions and wouldn't back off. She had figured out that I liked girls. I answered her questions vaguely and finished her massage. As she got dressed, she walked over and pinned me to the wall to kiss me. I couldn't do this again.

The next day I saw Trinity being trailed by her boyfriend so I knew that I was off the hook. I had found this secluded spot with this great waterfall and landing at the bottom of it. My first thought was that it would be a great place to have sex. I was lounged out on a rock when I heard this voice. She asked me-

Do you think I am hot?

Have you been with a woman?

Will you have sex with me?

If the answers are all yes, than meet me here tomorrow at 3pm and you can rock my world. I need a woman's touch and you are who I have picked, and then she was gone. I knew immediately that I wanted to; I just didn't know if I could close the deal. I had teased and kissed a few and maybe got to feel them up, but I could never finish. I decided not to think about it but then there was her football player. He said he had seen me with HIS woman and said I should leave her alone or I would be in deep trouble. I asked him if their sex life was all about rough sex and he said yes. I then asked if his woman ever came, he paused, I think so. She likes my tongue but the sex is great. In my head I thought she needs foreplay and sensual arousal. I must have got lost in my thoughts cause all I heard was leave my woman alone, I am ALL she needs and then he pushed me into the water. I came up fighting mad and knew I would be here at 3pm the next day and I hoped that he would catch us. I packed my toys into a small duffle bag the next morning. I also packed some of my lotion.

As time rolled around, I was sitting on the same rock when 2 hands closed around my eyes; I pulled her hands away and stood up. She proceeded to kiss me. It wasn't just 1 this time and then I pulled away and started kissing her neck. She purred and I continued. I asked her to lie down on a flat spot and then I pulled out my lotion and began to rub her back. Every once in awhile I would lean down and kiss her neck. I finished her back and ass and knew I could do what I wanted. I asked her to turn over so I could rub the other side. I started with the area right about her boobs and then I kissed her again. She was kissing me back deeply. I was working her nipples when I looked up and there was her boyfriend peering down at us. I could tell he was angry and yet he was yanking on his meat. I proceeded to start using my hands more. She responded, I worked my hands down till I was playing with her clit. She flipped up onto me and leaned down to kiss me, and then flipped her hair back. I gasped as she leaned back into the waterfall. I got my hand back on her clit and then one cupping her ass. She was grinding and I just went with the flow. I asked her if I could go down on her, and she moved off me. She propped herself into the waterfall. The water was going to help me. I started out slow and then buried a couple of fingers in her pussy. I got my thumb on her clit and worked them in unison. As she writhed and shifted, I pulled my fingers and face dived into her pussy. She was sweet and I ate and ate, licking and sucking. I slid back up to give her a break and we kissed. It was out of this world. I reached into my bag as she prepared to return the favor. I grabbed my black dildo and went for her pussy. It slid in with relative ease, just as she pulled a finger out of my pussy and tasted it. Sweeter than me she said. I started working the dildo into frenzy. As I knew she was approaching climax, I pulled out and went back to licking her clit. She came shaking violently. I went up to kiss her and then told her to look up. She winked at him and kissed me again. 

I grabbed my stuff and we dove into the water. We walked back to my room and she said she needed a warm shower, and then asked if I would join. We kissed and made out and then I brought her to another orgasm by hand. We got out and dried off but I knew she was up to something. She pushed me onto the bed and crawled up on me, straddling my lap. Now it's your turn, with my 18" double-headed dildo in her hand and a look in her eyes as she licked her lips.

To be continued

I protested asking if she needed to go to her man. She said she was tired of rough sex ALL the time and he was terrible at foreplay. Besides I am tired of his lies. He is not ready to settle down. All the while she was playing with my clit and my body was responding. She slid one end of the dildo into my pussy and then positioned herself and I pushed toward her and slowly we settled into a rhythm. We tried things and then we both were approaching orgasm. We got into 69 with her on top and I went to town. She was tentative but found my button and focused on it. We came at the same time and licked up our mess. About that time there was a knock on the door. I opened it naked and he was angry and punched at me but missed and got his hand stuck in the wall. I called the front desk. They came and then called the police and EMT's. 

Trinity and I went to take a shower. Trinity finished first and went out. A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I said its open even though I was in the tub. In walked a blonde officer to ask me some questions. She was in uniform, which hugged her curves in all the right places and a rack that wouldn't stop. She seemed nervous but had a job to do. She asked me a couple of questions and realizing he was just a jealous boyfriend, she asked if I wanted to press charges. I said I didn't. As I was getting out of the tub, I said I would be here 3 more days if you want to stop by and ask me some questions or socially to have a drink and a massage. She left and I didn't think I would see her again but then I saw a note on the counter. The note said, I get off at 6. I will be at the hotel restaurant at 7 if you want to happen and drop by my table. 

I was in khaki shorts and a sexy black top. I walked in and saw her with her back to me so I went to the bar and ordered a drink and sent 1 to her table with a note that said, Can I join you for...? She turned around and walked over to me. She looked at me and said, how do you feel about room service? We headed to my room but never made it to ordering. The door shut behind us and we locked in an embrace that was amazing. I got her naked and then laid her on the bed. I laid down beside her and started playing with those amazing boobs but kept kissing my way down the promise land. When I arrived I caught a glimpse of heaven and the scent was amazing too. I face dove into her pussy like I was possessed. I started burying 1 finger at a time in her pussy until she started to cum. She was tight and it was amazing. I sent her on a roller coaster of orgasms. We ordered room service than went and got into the hot tub. The next thing I knew Trinity was getting in the hot tub too. There was some tension but things relaxed quickly.

Room service arrived and it was another beautiful lady. She was flirting shyly. I walked around her admiring her curves and full figure. I said that if she wanted a tip she could come collect after she got off work. And then I whispered something in her ear. She turned 3 shades of red but nodded her head. I knew that I was looking at a virgin, but there was something else about her that enticed me. I kissed her and then she left quickly. 

The 2 girls came in and we ate. We were talking about sex and then they left. I was just about to doze off when there was a soft knock at the door. I put a robe on, hoping it was the girl. I answered the door and there she stood in shorts and a t-shirt. She looked nervous and scared, but I asked if she wanted to come in. She walked in and kind of just stood there, not sure of what to do. I shut the door and turned to her. She had her back to me; I stepped behind her and kissed her neck. You don't have to do anything that you don't want to, relax. Do you want to sit in the hot tub? She pulled off her shirt and she had a bikini on. She got in the hot tub and I dropped my robe and got in. I think she was a little uncomfortable but she seemed to relax. I said, you look tense; can I rub your back? She slid over by me and I started rubbing her back. When she was loose and relaxed, I asked her what she wanted and she said more. I said, if you want me to stop I will, just say stop. I started rubbing again working my hands slowly till she finally put them on her boobs. I caressed them and kissed her neck. I got bold and pulled her onto my lap. She looked timid but I just kept rubbing it, till I wanted a kiss. I said kiss me and she leaned in and we kissed. She seemed hesitant but wanted more, however, she said she just couldn't. SO we set in the hot tub and just talked. We got out of the tub and she dried off. She went to leave and I offered her the tip that I should have given her earlier. She kissed me on the cheek and walked out.

I left the next day, content and relaxed. I guess this trip was just what I needed.



Trinity



I stepped out of the warehouse into a driving rain shortly after midnight. "Fucking rain," I thought. It had been raining for four days in a row and I was starting to think I should consider building an Ark. I was happy for my wide brim hat and the drover's coat I had picked up last year when I visited Australia. The wind was driving the rain at an angle, and my face was soaked by the time I reached my truck in the employee parking lot. At least it was a warm summer rain. I gave the truck a few seconds to warm up, pulled the head light switch on, turned on the windshield wipers, and pulled out of the lot onto the empty main street that ran along the railroad tracks.

Several years ago I had been promoted to warehouse manager for the military contracting company I worked for. We built armored vehicles that the Army and Marine Corps used for the Gulf Wars. The 8:00 AM to 4:00 PM shift built the vehicles, while my shift, 4:00 PM to midnight moved them the five miles from the assembly plant to the warehouse. The midnight to 8:00 AM shift loaded the vehicles onto trains each night. At least I didn't have to load trains in the rain.

I reached Highway 41, turned left, and headed for the interstate. I lived about 15 minutes from town, and the interstate was the fastest way home. I pulled up to the traffic light stopping underneath the interstate overpass short of the red light to get a brief respite from the downpour. As I waited for the red light to change, a movement to my right caught my eye. I looked up the sloping concrete apron at the base of the overpass and saw a very large white pit bulldog shaking his head to dry his face. I looked in my rearview mirror and saw there was no traffic in sight, so I stepped out of the truck and walked around to the passenger side. I squatted down, clapped my hands together lightly, and said, "Come here, buddy."

The pit bulldog walked a couple of steps down the apron toward me, stopped, and looked back up the apron. It was extremely dark under the overpass so I couldn't see anything, but it appeared that the dog was looking back at his owner or another dog. "Come on, man. Come!" Again, he took a step toward me then stopped, looking back over his shoulder up the apron. At that moment I was aware of blue lights flashing off of the white concrete apron. I heard a distinctive female voice say, "Well, fuck! Thanks, asshole." I couldn't see anyone there, but clearly the dog's owner was trying to stay out of the rain and wasn't too happy that the police had arrived.

I walked to the back of my truck as the police car pulled up. As the officer climbed out of his cruiser he said, "Carl, is everything alright?"

"Yeah, Joe, everything's fine. Nice weather, huh?" I shook my friend's hand.

"For a duck," he said. "Why are you stopped in the middle of the road? I thought a drunk had passed out at the light."

"I saw a dog up there." I pointed to the top of the apron.

Joe pulled a high intensity flashlight out of his belt holster and directed it toward where I was pointing. The bright white light reflected off the dog's eyes, which were now shining a very bright greenish white. Also, for the first time, I saw the dog's owner, a very dirty, soaking wet young woman who looked to be in her late-teens or early twenties.

Joe said, "Come here, ma'am." The girl rolled her eyes, scooped down to pick up her backpack, and she and the pit bull headed down the apron. Joe asked, "Is that dog bad?"

"Only to cops and assholes," the girl replied.

Joe was not amused. "I beg your pardon, young lady."

I looked at Joe and asked him under my voice, "Can I hold the dog over here by my truck while you talk to the owner?"

He said, "I'd actually appreciate that, Carl."

I took a couple of steps away from Joe and called the dog to me. The girl looked down at the dog and said, "It's okay, Butch."

Armed with his name, I said, "Butch! Come here, man." Butch ran to me and I loved his massive head and jowls. He had a huge head with powerful jaws. He also had the biggest smile on his face as he licked me and accepted the loving I was giving him.

Joe said to the young lady, "Do you have any identification, ma'am?"

"No." She said it like it was an unreasonable request.

"No? What is your name?"

"Trinity."

"Trinity what? Is Trinity your first name or a nickname?" He shined the light into her face and she blinked and lowered her eyes.

"It's my name. Like Cher...Madonna...Rhianna. Like Trinity from 'The Matrix.' Just Trinity." I looked over at the young lady. From this closer vantage point I could see that she definitely was young, maybe 17- or 18-years-old. Her hair was matted and her face was filthy and streaked by the rain. She was wearing an older 80s style Army coat that was too big for her and her jeans were no longer blue, but a kind of dirty yellow stain on top of black stain on top of blue denim.

"Well, just Trinity, I'm going to have to take you into the station to sort this out. Turn around and put your hands behind your back."

As he began to handcuff her she said, "Aw, man. What's going to happen to Butch?"

Joe said, "I'll call animal services and they'll take him to the county shelter."

"No!" She screamed. "I'll never get him back. He is my protector and best friend...only friend. Please don't call animal services. They hate pit bulls at animal shelters. They'll kill him!"

My heart was bleeding for her. I was a sucker for dogs in general and bulldogs of every shape and size in particular. Joe led her to his squad car, opened the back door, and placed her in the back seat. He said to her, "I'm going to have to get a female officer out here to search you before we can head to the station, and there are none on duty tonight. We'll have to wake someone up. Sit tight for a while." He closed the door on her as she began to cry.

Joe walked back over to me and asked, "Are you in a hurry to get home? I'd really appreciate you hanging out here until animal services gets here. He seems to like you."

"Joe," I said, "can I pass another idea past you?" He nodded his head. "That little girl doesn't seem to be a hardened criminal. I have the pool house out back that doubles as a guest house. If she agrees, I could take her back to my place and let here stay back there with Butch." He looked up at me when he heard his name. I continued, "You would know where she is if you needed to talk to her."

Joe took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He looked back at his car, down at the dog, and then back at me. He stared out into the pouring rain for at least 15 seconds and then said, "Let's ask her."

Together we walked back to the car and he opened the door. Her eyes were puffy and she was sniffling badly. He explained the options to her: go home with me with her dog, or go to the station without her dog. As far as the dog was concerned, it was a no brainer, but girls alone in the world didn't typically go home with strange men and live very long. She was conflicted. She looked into my face, and then at Joe. "What if he is a perv or a serial killer?"

Joe said, "Fair enough. But, consider this. I personally know Carl and I would not send you home with someone that I thought would harm you. If you turned up harmed, or worse disappear, I'll know exactly who suspect number one will be."

She looked back at me, and then nodded her head. Joe helped her out of the car and removed the handcuffs. He turned to me and said, "I'll check in tomorrow afternoon when I come back on for the night shift."

"Fine," I said. "Call my cell because I'll be at the warehouse between four and midnight."

I picked up Trinity's backpack from the hood of the squad car and she said rather sharply, "No. I don't need any help. Give me that!"

It took me by surprise, but I handed the backpack to her and walked with her to the passenger side door of my truck. I opened it and said, "Load up, Butch." He jumped right in and Trinity slid in next to him. When I had climbed into the driver's seat, Trinity said, "I can't believe you let my wet dog jump into the front seat of your truck."

"Yeah, well, I'm full of surprises tonight." I held my hand out to her and said, "I'm Carl." She stared at my hand for so long that I wasn't terribly sure she knew about the social convention of shaking hands. She lightly grasped my hand with two fingers and her thumb and said, "Hi."

I decided to let her be for the rest of the drive. She silently looked out of the passenger side window the entire drive. I noted that she smelled bad. Butch smelled better than she did. Actually, Butch smelled MUCH better than she did. As we pulled into the long gravel driveway that led from the highway to my house, I said, "I've got a big female American bulldog named 'Gumbo.' She's a sweetheart, but please let me introduce her to Butch so we don't have any issues."

As predicted, Gumbo and Butch became instant best friends, and ran around the yard in the pouring rain like a couple of love sick idiots. I led her from the carport into the house. She started to put her bag down but I said, "No. Not there. You're staying in the guest house where you can have your privacy."

The first words out of her mouth were, "Good! I'm not going to fuck you."

"No, you're not," I replied. "You're a child."

"I'm no child!" Her eyes were on fire and her hands were balled into tight fists. "I'm eighteen! I've been on my own for over a year."

"Easy, killer," I said throwing my hands up with the palms facing her, "I wasn't implying anything other than you're a lot younger than me." I waved her to follow me. "I'll show you your room."

The back of my living room was all glass and overlooked the pool that occupied much of the yard. We walked through the sliding back door onto the concrete patio that surrounded the large in-ground pool. The patio had a covered roof next to the house, and there was a covered walkway that led to the pool house to keep rain off of guests. When I had built the pool house, I had in mind for it to double as a guest house. The pool house had a large sitting area that contained furniture designed so that it could get wet. The sitting area was contiguous with a small kitchen and 4-top dining table. The sitting area also had a large screen TV. Off the kitchen there was a bedroom and a full bath with a large shower. Again, the bathroom was designed so that it could be used by pool users or house guests, so it was large, all tile, and the door led off the main room and not the bedroom. There was a changing bench and a cabinet full of beach towels and bath towels in the bathroom.

"Here is where you'll be staying." I showed her around the pool house. "Do you have any clean, dry clothes?"

"No. Why?"

"Because, I thought you'd be more comfortable. I don't mean to be rude, but you need a shower...bad."

"Fuck you."

"I thought you said that was off the table." I smiled. She glared. "Seriously, I'll bring you some clean clothes while you're in the shower. Leave your dirty clothes and I'll wash them for you."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She was angry again and I had no clue what had set her off this time. "While I'm naked in the shower you'll come in and rape me. You're a fucking pervert!"

"Wow," I said, "you've got serious trust issues.

"Well, let's just say that trusting men has not done me any good so far and leave it at that."

I stared at her a second thinking, "This one is really broken." Then, I said to her, "Okay. How about I bring you some clothes before you get in the shower, and then you can bring your dirty, wet clothes to me after you're done?"

She stared at me trying to figure out how I was going to take advantage of her with my new plan. After quite some time she said, "Alright." Clearly, she wasn't happy but she couldn't figure out a way to not take me up on my offer.

"Are you hungry? I'll make you a quick dinner and bring it over when I bring the clothes."

She nodded.

"Eggs and toast okay?"

She nodded again.

"Okay. I'll be back in a few minutes."

As I headed back to the pool house with a plate of scrambled eggs and toast, Butch and Gumbo joined me. When we stopped at the door to the pool house, which was protected from the rain, they both shook to dry themselves. I let them into the pool house and they immediately jumped onto the couch and started licking the water off of their hides. Trinity was sitting in a chair and watched me intensely. I placed the plate on the table and said, "I fed Butch. I hope that was okay" Butch looked at me and wagged his tail when he heard his name. She jumped out of her chair and sat at the table. She dug into the eggs like she hadn't eaten in days.

As she ate I said, "I'm a lot bigger than you, so I did the best I could with the clothes. I've brought a couple of tank top T-shirts. It's all I wear under my shirts, but they are smaller than a huge regular T-shirt. I've also brought you a sweatshirt, and some sweatpants. They're all way too big, but it is better than nothing." I smiled. She glared.

"I'm going to leave you and Butch alone. This door locks, and so does the bathroom door. I won't come in here without knocking first, so make yourself comfortable. I'll be in the house so bring your dirty clothes over when you're ready. I'll wash everything you've got." With that I walked out of the house through the glass door taking Gumbo with me.

After I changed into a T-shirt and scrub pants, I poured myself a glass of Scotch whisky and sat down to read for about an hour before I headed to bed. My typical routine was to get home around 12:30 AM, and get in bed by 2:00 AM. I'd be up by 10:00 AM and head to work around 3:00 PM.

I heard a light tap on the back door and waved Trinity into the house. She looked adorable. She was wearing the sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up so that her hands were exposed. Her shapely legs below the hem of the sweatshirt looked nice, but they were as hairy as my legs. When she saw me glance at her legs she said, "The pants were so big they wouldn't stay up. The wife beater T-shirt fits good, though."

"Good," is all I said. I didn't want to set her off again, and I knew she'd be feeling vulnerable without pants. She looked a whole lot more human. Her long, dark hair was wet and hung down around her face and had made the sweatshirt wet around her neck and chest. It appeared that it had not been cut or styled in quite some time. She had brown eyes, and sharp features with high cheekbones. She didn't seem to know how to smile, so I couldn't really judge if she was pretty or not. She was small, probably around 110 pounds. It was difficult to determine the specifics of her body type, but she appeared to have the typically small, perky breasts of an 18-year-old. She was barefooted, and again, her feet and toe nails needed some work. She had a big bundle of dirty clothes in her arms.

I pointed to a door off the kitchen and said, "That's the laundry room. Throw the clothes on the floor in there and I'll get to them in the morning."

She returned to the living room and said, "Why are you helping me out?"

I stared at her for a long time before I answered. "I stopped because I saw a stray dog. I've seen dozens, maybe even a hundred homeless people under that overpass over the years, and I've never stopped." I took a long draw from my whisky. "When Joe...uh, the police officer tonight that put you in cuffs and said that Butch was headed to the county pound, well...you just looked...you looked like you needed a friend."

She sat down on the overstuffed chair facing me. "What are you drinking?"

"Whisky. Would you like some?"

She reached out towards me and I handed her my glass. She placed it under her nose and wrinkled it. "Smells like jet fuel to me."

"I'll take that as a 'no thank you' then."

She handed the glass back to me and said, "Pour me just a little."

I looked at her..."Please." I smiled. She glared.

I poured her two fingers of 10-year-old Talisker and handed the glass to her. We sat in silence for a long time, both sipping whisky and enjoying the warm feeling spreading through our bodies. Finally I said, "So, what's your story?"

She stared at me. After a while she said, "I don't think so." She took another sip from her glass. "This really isn't so bad once you get used to it."

"I guess not, considering how much I pay for it!"

She smiled for the first time that night. Bingo! She had a pretty smile.

She asked, "What's your story?" She waived around the house. "This is a big place for one dude."

Now it was my turn to be uneasy. I took a pull form my whisky and set my glass down on the end table between our chairs. "Are you sure you want to know? It's not a happy story."

"I guess we have something in common then," she said.

"I tell you what," I continued, "I'll tell you my story and afterward you can decide if you want to share your story with me." I paused to let her reply, but she only stared at me noncommittally. "I'm 42 years old. I married my high school sweetheart right after we graduated, and we had a kid...a girl a couple of years later. We named her Rose, but called her Rosie. We were very happy. When my daughter was in high school...we had been married 20 years at that point...my wife took her to a swim meet across the state line. On the way home, a drunk driver crossed the center line of the highway and hit them. They were both killed. Rosie was 18 when she died." I felt my eyes start to tear up. Even though it had been 4 years since I had lost my family, the pain was always close to the surface. I wiped my eyes with the edge of my shirt and took a sip of whisky. We both sat in silence for a very long time.

"I'm headed to bed," I said as I got up from my chair. "Stay in here as long as you like. There is no need to lock that door. I keep it open all the time. You can come in and out as you wish. I get up around ten most mornings. If you'd like breakfast, be in here around that time and I'll cook for you." I pointed into the kitchen. "Feel free to eat or drink anything you want." I stopped and looked her in the eyes. "Please, just don't steal anything from me. If you need money, just ask." Without waiting for a reply, I headed back to my bedroom and climbed into bed thinking about the ghosts of my lost family.

My eyes popped open on their own around 8:30, so I rolled over and turned off my alarm clock, which was set for 10:00 AM. The older I got, the less sleep I seemed to need. I peeked out the window through the dark heavy curtains into the front yard and saw Gumbo and Butch sunning themselves on the large field that doubled as my front yard. The morning had broken clear and bright without a cloud in the sky. "Finally." I mumbled to myself. I jumped in the shower and pulled on a T-shirt and jeans. I walked into the kitchen and started the coffee maker.

As I was walking toward the laundry room to start a load of Trinity's clothes, something caught the corner of my eye and I looked out into the pool. Someone was out there swimming laps. I watched a small arm go whirling through the air followed by another and then another and then another. I noted she had pretty good form. When she reached the end nearest to the pool house, she stopped and ran her hands through her hair to pull it out of her face. Some tendrils of dark hair stuck to her cheek. She climbed out the pool. She was completely naked. She was thin, but not overly so and quite muscular. There was no trace of fat on her body and I could see her ribs from 20 feet away. Her breasts were a little larger than I would have thought, and proudly jutted from her chest tipped with dark nipples. Her nipples seemed very dark in contrast to her very white skin. She was surprisingly shapely, and her firm, small ass began from the small of her back and rounded out nicely to her hairy legs. She reached down and grabbed a pool towel and began to dry her hair. Her armpits were full of dark hair, and when she turned toward me, I could see that she had a full untrimmed bush of dark pubic hair. I guess there weren't many chances to groom when one was homeless. She quickly crossed the concrete patio and headed into the pool house. I became aware that I was hard.




Trinity



Once the coffee was ready, I poured a mug and sat on the patio enjoying the morning sun. After about 45 minutes Trinity came out of the pool house and walked toward me. She was wearing the sweatshirt. "There's coffee in the kitchen," I said.

After she had poured herself a mug, she sat in the lounge chair next to me. I said, "You're going to get hot in that sweatshirt. Do you want me to go get you a T-shirt until we get your clothes cleaned? I've got a load of your clothes in the dryer right now."

"I'll be fine," she said. "I've got one of your wife beater T-shirts on under here." She took a sip of coffee and blurted, "My dad's an alcoholic and I never knew my mom. My dad...well let's just say he wasn't a very good dad. I ran away as soon as I could."

We locked eyes for about 15 seconds. "Thank you," I said.

"For what?"

"How many people have you ever told that story?"

She stared at me and took another sip of coffee. She looked at the pool and said, "Your pool is great. The water is nice."

"Did you use it?" I asked playing dumb.

She smiled at me for only the second time. She did have a pretty smile. "You should have gotten up earlier and you would know." I smiled back at her.

"Are you hungry? I'll make us some breakfast." I went into the house and made us French toast and bacon. She looked like she needed to gain a few pounds, and bacon was just the ticket. I also squeezed some fresh orange juice. When I carried the food out, she had removed the sweatshirt and she was sitting at the patio breakfast table wearing the wife beater T-shirt I had given her and a pair of blue panties.

I winked at her and said, "I told you you were going to get hot. Do you want me to get you a bigger T-shirt to wear?"

"No, I'm fine. Let's eat." She dove into the food.

Because she was sitting next to me, I could see the side of her left breast bulging out of the arm hole in the T-shirt. The thin fabric of the T-shirt also made her nipples visible. Despite her thick crop of dark armpit hair, I was becoming hard, and I was a little embarrassed that this girl 24 years my junior was having this effect on me. I was also mortified because clearly she had trust issues, and seeing me with a hard on would definitely not improve her opinion of me.

After breakfast I decided to take a chance. I excused myself and went into the house to call one of Rosie's longtime friends, Jenny. Jenny worked at a day spa salon in town. I explained the situation to Jenny and asked if there was any way she might be able to get Trinity into the salon for an appointment today. "For you, Mr. Carl, anything," she said cheerfully. "Thanks, sweetheart," I said. "I'll bring her to the spa, but I'm going to need you to bring her home. I'm working tonight."

I returned to the patio table with a load of clean clothes for Trinity. "I've got a surprise for you. Get dressed and let's take a ride into town."

She looked a little sad. "Should I grab my stuff and Butch?"

"Only if you want to. As far as I'm concerned, you can stay here as long as you want."

Wow! Another smile. I was on a roll.

When we arrived at the day spa and salon, Jenny came out to meet us. She walked to my side of the truck and as I exited I handed her my credit card and whispered, "Anything she wants, I'll pay for it. Also, see if you can get her to buy some new clothes." Jenny smiled at me and then introduced herself to Trinity. Trinity looked a little uneasy, but she allowed Jenny to take her into the salon looking back over her shoulder at me. I smiled and mouthed, "You'll be okay." She looked dubious.

The rest of the day was uneventful and I got home from work around 12:30. I walked straight through the house and got into my standard pajamas: a T-shirt and light cotton scrub pants. As I returned to the living room, Trinity and Butch came through the back door. What a transformation. Trinity was wearing a real nightgown that ended just above her knees, her shapely hairless calves exposed. Her hair had been shorten and styled, and now reached to about her collar. She smiled and said, "Thanks, Sugar Daddy."

I returned her smile and said, "You look nice! I'm glad I could help out. Scotch?"

She nodded, and I poured us each a glass of whisky. After a couple of minutes of silence she said, "I wish I had a daddy like you."

It was a very sweet thing to say and I smiled at her sadly, my eyes tearing slightly. "I'd be proud to have you as a daughter."

I thought, "Well, that was corny." Things were now pretty awkward. We sat for a long time sipping whisky and watching Gumbo and Butch sleep in a dog pile on the couch. Finally I broke the silence. "Did you buy yourself some new clothes?"

She held up her hands, palms toward the ceiling and then indicated with her hands that she was wearing a new nightie. Then she said, "A few things. I don't need too much."

"Did you at least get yourself a swimsuit so you can use the pool?"

"Who said I needed a swimsuit to use the pool?" She had a naughty grin on her face. She caught me off guard and I laughed.

After about an hour, I told her that it was my bedtime. I took her glass from her, and walked into the kitchen. As I was walking back through the living room she and Butch were headed out to the pool house. "Goodnight, Sugar Daddy."

"Goodnight," I said smiling.

I stripped off my clothes and climbed under the covers. Gumbo jumped onto the bed and curled up at my feet. I was just starting to settle down and was about to fall asleep when I heard the backdoor open and Gumbo leapt off the bed to investigate. I assumed that Trinity was hungry. To my surprise, Gumbo preceded Trinity into my room. My eyes had not yet adjusted to the darkness, so I heard her remove her nightie rather than saw it. I felt the covers lift and the warm, smooth touch of skin came into contact with me. I felt her breasts against my back, and her legs splayed out along my legs. I could feel pubic hair against my naked butt. She placed an arm over me and hugged me tight. "Goodnight, Sugar Daddy." I felt her kiss the back of my neck.

She was soft, and warm, and nubile, and I had no idea of what I was supposed to do. I was immediately hard, but thankfully she had snuggled up to my back, so I was thus far able to hide it from her. I really enjoyed the simple pleasure of lying close to a woman. It had been a very long time. This was a feeling I missed terribly, but I was conflicted by her age and the situation. Was I taking advantage of her? My mind was working overtime on this conundrum, but my dick was definitely sure of itself. Testing the waters I said, "This is nice." I followed it quickly with, "You didn't shave off your pubic hair."

She positively purred her response to me. "I guessed that you would rather it that way. I had them trim it to make it neater, though." She had guessed correctly. I was old fashioned and thought a woman should look like a woman, not a child. She kissed my back near my neck. "I've honestly never known a man as good as you. You really don't want anything from me, do you?"

Before she had climbed into bed with me that was definitely true, but now...well, I really wanted something more. She drew her bare foot up my calf to my thigh, and then slid it back down my leg. That was it. I rolled over to face her, my fully erect cock pressing against her. I pulled her face to mine and gently kissed her, the passion growing as I ran my hand through her hair. I felt her small hand move from my back to my chest, where she found my nipple and began to lightly tease it with her fingernail. I moved my hand to her young firm breast and lightly squeezed the flesh, kneading her entire breast in my large hands. I found her nipple and gently rolled it between my fingers as it grew to my touch.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" I asked, whispering in her ear.

"Yes," was the simple answer. I rolled her onto her back and kissed her between her breasts, down her stomach until I reached the top of her mound. She drew her legs up to her chest, pressing her thighs into her breasts, inviting me to taste of her fully exposed pussy. I teased her by kissing the backs of her thighs, gently running my hands over her stomach and up to her breasts and back down. She pleaded with me to lick her clit, but I let the anticipation build. Finally, when I thought she might cry, I placed my lips over her clit and sucked it into my mouth. She moaned and thrust her hips up, feeding her wet pussy to me. I used my rough, flat tongue, and she responded with a muffled, "Yes...Just like that."

As her excitement began to build, I inserted a finger into her wet hole, and then a second as I finger-fucked her toward climax. She came hard, jerking and quivering. She squeezed my head between her thighs and pushed my mouth off of her over-stimulated clit. I wasn't able to breathe until she relaxed her thighs and slid her legs down so that her knees touched the sheets.

I looked into her face and saw her smile. "No one has ever done that to me. Wow!" Tendrils of hair were stuck to her face and her eyes were droopy from exertion and pleasure. "I never thought it could be like that." I moved up beside her and snuggled against her lithe body. She rolled onto her side facing away from me and we spooned, my hard cock pressed upward into the warm cleft of her butt. I placed an arm over her and grabbed her arm, pulling it up against her chest. She reached down and moved my hand from her arm to her breast. We fell asleep like that.

When I awoke, I was lying on my back and she was asleep on my right shoulder, my arm wrapped around her shoulder. Her hair was tickling my face and her breath was hot on my cheek as she breathed steadily, deeply...content and safe. She had thrown her right leg over me and her right hand was lying lightly on my chest. In a word, it was nice...okay, two words: fucking nice. I ran last night through my head and my cock started to respond. I realized that I really didn't know very much about Trinity. For all I knew, she might even be a virgin. From her comment last night, it appeared she wasn't that experienced. I made the decision that I would let her dedicate the pace of our relationship and decide what we would and would not do. It would be fun to help her discover her sexuality.

Shortly, she stretched her arms above her head, opened her eyes, and smiled at me broadly. "Good morning! I slept so good last night. I haven't slept that well in a long, long time." She hugged me with her right arm. "Do we have to get up today?"

I rolled toward her and said, "Not until I have to go to work around three...or until we get hungry."

"Hmm," she said, nuzzling her face into my chest. She spoke into my chest, which muffled her voice. "That was amazing last night. You're really good at using your mouth."

In response, I rolled toward her and simply hugged her. Her body was warm and oh so soft. Her breasts were smashed against my chest and her legs were pressed against mine. She was slowly moving her foot along my shin. I kissed her lightly on top of her head and asked, "Would you like a repeat performance."

"Oh, yes!"

I rolled her on top of me and encouraged her to scoot up my body until her pussy was just above my mouth. I held her small body with my arms under her butt so that her mound was above my mouth, and I didn't let her drop her weight onto my face. I kissed the inside of her thighs and the outside of her labia, letting her anticipation build. After a minute or so, I rolled my tongue into a long tube and fucked her pussy, moving my head up and down. She moaned and pulled at her breasts with her hands. My neck was becoming tired, so I flattened my tongue and moved to her clit, which was swollen and poking out from under its tiny hood. I felt her squeeze her thighs, as her hands grabbed the back of my head. She ground her clit into my tongue. She screamed, "Oh, fuck!" as she came in a giant convulsion, her sweet nectar pouring from her onto my face. I stopped using my tongue on her, and instead slid my hands under her tight little ass to cup her cheeks. I found her asshole with my index finger and teased her by slowly stroking it. I pushed it into her asshole just to the first joint, which put only about 1/2-inch into her. She was startled and said, "Oh!" although she did not protest.

After she had recovered, she slid next to me once again, spooning with my rock hard cock pressed against the cleft of her ass. I cupped her small breast in my hand and worked at her nipple. After several minutes of enjoying one another, I finally broke the silence. "May I ask you a personal question?"

She rolled over to look up into my eyes and held my gaze. "Okay."

"Last night you told me that no one had ever made you come with their mouth." She nodded her head slightly. "Well, I was wondering, have you ever been with a man before?" 

She stared into my eyes for a long time and finally said, "No." She sighed deeply and I gave her time to collect her thoughts before she continued. "Remember I told you that my father wasn't a very good dad?" I nodded my head. "Well, he never touched me, but it was becoming clear that he wasn't going to wait much longer before he raped me. So, I got out of there before he could." Her eyes began to tear.

I hugged her tight as she once again buried her face into my chest. I kissed her on her head, and said, "It's okay." I collected my thoughts. It certainly didn't seem right for me to be the first lover for this young woman. I felt that I might be taking advantage of her; perhaps I was the stable father figure she never knew. But, then again, I remembered my first time. We were both virgins and in a word it was awful. We were scared and inexperienced. I hurt her, and in turn, it was as traumatic for me as it was for her. There had been no foreplay and I had no idea to go slow. It had hurt her so badly, that I ended up jacking off next to her while she cried and said, "I'm sorry." 

"Trinity, sweetheart, it really is okay." She looked up at me and smiled. "That's better." My cock was pressing into her belly and I was suddenly ashamed that I had no control over it. What Trinity needed right now was compassion. I started to climb out of bed and asked, "Why don't I make us some breakfast?"

"Wait," she said, pulling me back to her side. She was so small, and vulnerable, and beautiful. "I want you to make love to me, but...I'm scared. I don't know what to do." She looked back up into my eyes. "Will you teach me?"

"Are you sure?" I asked. "I'm old and I feel like I'd be taking advantage of you."

She poked me in my side and said, "You're not old!" She smiled brightly and said, "And, you're not taking advantage of me; you're my sugar daddy!"

"In that case," I said, rolling onto my back and pulling her on top of me, "we'll go very slowly so I don't hurt you." I positioned her so that her pussy was over my cock. "Take my penis and position it at the opening of your vagina." Her small hand grasped my cock and stood it straight up. She lowered her hips so that the head of my cock contacted the outer lips of her wet pussy. "Now, slowly lower yourself onto me. You won't hurt me, so take your time."

She looked into my eyes and I could see that she was anxious and excited at the same time. When the head of my dick slipped inside she grimaced and said, "It's too big."

I said, "Just relax. Babies come out of there, you know. Just take your time and get used to the feeling. We've got all day."

She smiled and said, "If you say so, but this thing feels huge inside of me."

I encouraged her to lie on my chest while she relaxed. Her breasts were smashed into my chest and I could feel her hard nipples. After a minute or so, she raised her body, and allowed another couple of inches to slide into her. "It doesn't hurt as much, but damn do I feel full." After about five minutes, I was completely buried in her tight, warm pussy. She sat on my pelvis with my cock pressing into her belly. Her eyes were wild and wide as she soaked in the new feeling of being impaled with a hard cock.

"Now," I said, "when you're ready, ride up and down on me." She placed her hands on my chest and lifted her hips to bring her pussy up my shaft and then she slowly lowered herself back onto me.

"Wow. That feels good." She began to pick up the rhythm. Her extremely tight virgin pussy was squeezing my cock and I knew that I would not last long if she kept this up. I let her ride me for about another 30 seconds and then I held her hips down when she reached the bottom of one of her strokes.

"You feel amazing," I said. "You're going to make this old man come if we don't slow down a bit."

She smiled and asked, "Isn't that the purpose?" She was beautiful when she smiled.

"Well, yes, but I was thinking your first time should last more than two minutes." I rolled her onto her back without slipping out of her. In this missionary position, I controlled the tempo and I knew that I could control the timing of my orgasm. She drew her smooth legs up and placed her tiny feet on my ass. Her arms reached around me and she hugged me to her. I kissed her passionately and said, "Thank you for letting me share your first time with you."

She said, "Thank you for being so gentle." I began to slowly pump my hips, sliding my cock all the way into her and then pulling completely out of her, only to slip the head back into her waiting pussy. "Fuck! That feels amazing," she whispered. We fucked slowly for a long time until she finally said, "Fuck me faster."

I pulled her legs up so that her thighs were pressed against her breasts. Now her pussy was completely open to me. I began to fuck her fast and hard. "Oh, oh, oh, oh," she repeated with every thrust. She pressed her shins against my shoulders and came hard with a cry. "Fuck!" I could feel my balls begin to tighten up and my prostate told me it wouldn't be long. It dawned on me that this girl of the street almost certainly wasn't on birth control, and I decided not to come inside of her no matter how tight and inviting her pussy felt, especially as her virginal muscles milked my dick through her orgasm. With only seconds to spare, I pulled out of her and came, as a long rope of semen erupted from my dick onto the smooth pale skin of her stomach, pooling in her belly button. I stroked my cock through my orgasm, involuntarily convulsing.

I lay down beside her on my side; she was still on her back. I was gasping for air. She looked at me and smiled. She placed her right hand into the pool of semen on her stomach and then pulled her hand up to show me. "You made a mess." She laughed and I laughed with her.

I asked, "Are you okay?"

Her eyes began to water a bit and she said, "Yes," and then, "Thank you for making me a woman."

"Come on," I said, "let's take a shower." I washed her hair for her and spent a lot of time soaping up and exploring her nubile body. As she faced me, I allowed my hands to work down her back to her butt, and then I slid my hands into the crack and found her tiny asshole. Once again I allowed a single knuckle to slide into her, and then allowed the rest of my fingers to work down to her pussy. Frankly, I wanted to fuck her again right then, but at 42-years-old I needed a little time to recover. She seemed to enjoy washing my back, and I enjoyed the feeling of having her run her soapy hand down the crack of my ass, over my asshole until she reached my balls. She cupped them in her hands and worked them from behind. She stroked my rock hard cock and I said, "That's going to be really clean." We both laughed again.

After about 15 minutes of standing in the steaming water, I turned her around and placed her hands against the wall of the shower and pushed her forward so that her tiny taut butt was facing back towards me. I reached around and underneath her stomach, and slowly stroked her slit, paying particular attention to her clit. She moaned with pleasure. I spread the lips of her pussy and placed the head of my swollen cock at the entrance. "Push back on me at your own speed." She pushed until the crown popped into her and she exclaimed, "Oh! It's still tight."




Trinity



"Yes, it is. And, it feels wonderful." She looked back over her shoulder at me and smiled. Much quicker than before, she pressed back until she was fully impaled. "Let me know when you're ready," I said. Instead of a reply, she started to rock back and forth fucking herself with my dick. I placed my hands on her hips and guided her back and forth, matching her thrusts with my own. Given that I had only recently come, I knew it was going to take some time for me to reach my climax again. That fact allowed me to really fuck her, and she came several times. The last time she stood up on wobbly legs and placed her arms around my neck to support herself with my cock still inside of her. I kissed her on the neck.

"I've noticed that you've slipped a finger into my butthole a couple of times. Would you like to take me in the ass?"

I was surprised and my face showed it. "That's a pretty advanced technique," I replied. "Some women really like it, but many don't. Why don't we save that for another day?"

She smiled at me and said, "I was pretty scared that you would say yes, so I'm more than happy to wait."

She bent over again, and I fucked her slowly from behind. I placed my thumb on her asshole and pushed until the first knuckle popped in. She said, "That really feels pretty good." I slowly worked the finger in, not going too fast or too far, letting her get used to the feeling.

"We'll work up to it," I said. "We can get you used to smaller items and eventually you'll be ready for my cock."

"Hmm. I can't wait." I wasn't sure if she was teasing me or not, but the thought of fucking that tight little asshole made by balls begin to tingle.

I said, "It won't be long. It seems such a shame to waste another load. Would you like to taste my come?"

She was unsure and said, "I don't know. Does it taste bad?"

I was honest. "I don't know. Some women seem to love it and some seem to hate it. I think it is more a mental thing than anything, but, men love it when women swallow their come." I was fucking her fast and hard now, and she was hanging her head down and pushing back against me with her hands on the shower wall.

"O...kay...tell...me...when...you're...ready," she said between thrusts.

Just as I was about to come, I slapped her on the butt and pulled all the way out of her. She spun around, dropped to her knees, and sucked my dick into her mouth so that just the head was beyond her lips. She looked like an angel with her lips wrapped around my cock and her eyes locked onto my eyes; I exploded into her mouth with a loud grunt. Her eyes opened wide as I sprayed my come into her mouth, but like a trooper she swallowed and as far as I could tell, none was wasted. When I was done, I lifted her to a standing position.

"That wasn't bad at all," she said with a smile on her face. "I think I like it! Do it again!"

I laughed and leaned down to kiss her deeply, our tongues searching for one another. After I kissed her I said, "That's all I've got for a while."

She smiled and said, "It's all good, Sugar Daddy. You've got plenty of time to teach me all that I need to know."



Trinity Brown - Voyeur



3/27/13

"Trinity Brown" - 1986

Starring: Colleen Brennan, John Leslie, Kimberly Carson, Tamara Longley, Joey Silvera

Director: Robert McCallum

Run Time: 91 min

A car chase through the darkened streets leads cop Trinity Brown (Colleen Brennan) to shoot a thug in defense of her partner Zack Fredricks (John Leslie). In another part of town Frankie Carbone (Joey Silvera) and Angela Fortuna (Tamara Longley) dance then have sex in a well-lit bedroom scene, while mobster hubby Tony plays poker. Tony comes home early and is shot at about the same time that Carbone exit's the house. And so begins this excellent x-rated crime drama.

Robert McCallum takes a simple cop story and dresses up the search for Tony's killer with fully loaded sex scenes, that are wonderfully photographed and edited. "Trinity Brown" is a superb example of a well-crafted film that made director McCallum so well respected in the late 1970's to the mid-1980's.

It's hard-core in an x-rated sense but not too hard-boiled in the crime drama sense as a few shootings occur off camera, all the while, a knife wielding Carbone does not seem to pose much of a threat.

"Trinity Brown" hit's the mark with a number of sex scenes as the two cops suck and fuck their way to solving the case.

Colleen Brennan (aka Sharon Kelly) who made her career in 1970's sexploitation films before turning hard-core in 1982 does an excellent performance as Trinity Brown. This is perhaps one of her best, if not the best film of her hard-core career. She proves here what a good actress she is, and how fiery she is as a true blue sexpot. John Leslie does another fine performance, that just proves he can truly act, and could've crossed over into mainstream films. Tamara Longley does a surprisingly good performance as well. All in all, a very good film with a very good cast.

*****

"The Voyeur" - 1986

Starring: Robert Bullock, Jack Wrangler, Sheri St. Claire, Taija Rae

Director: Chuck Vincent

It's not everyday that you pick up an x-rated film that compares itself to Hitchcock. It is also not everyday that you actually watch an x-rated film that truly reminds you of Hitchcock. But that's exactly the case on both accounts with Chuck Vincent's "Voyeur".

The film centers on Julius Kurtz (Robert Bullock) a bitter ex-cop who is hired by lawyer Quentin Jones (Jack Wrangler) to spy on an attractive socialite Lauren Aldridge (Sheri St. Claire). It seems as if Aldridge is buying up the stock in a certain company, and Jones' boss wants to know what she's up to. Of course Kurtz slowly becomes obsessed with Aldridge, loses his wife (Taija Rae) as a result, and is stunned when he discovers who Jones' boss really is.

So, how is it Hitchcockian? Well, Kurtz clearly is a combination of the Jimmy Stewart characters from "Rear Window" - 1954 and "Vertigo" - 1958. At first he follows Aldridge in his car, and fans of "Vertigo" know what that means, prolonged sequences where the only audible noise is the musical score. Eventually, he figures out where she lives, and rents an apartment in the building across from hers. His leg isn't broken, and he is not in a wheel chair, but this is pretty much "Rear Window". Instead of watching her commit murder, he witnesses having sex with a maid and butler on the balcony, and then later having sex with a convict on a day pass on the same balcony. All the while, her husband/bodyguard stays in the background with a blank expression on his face. These sex scenes, of course, are filmed from Kurtz's point of view, and as a result they are highly erotic. In fact St. Claire is consistently depicted in this manner through the film, not just during the sex. So, Vincent creatively meshed together two of the best American films of all time, and did it for an x-rated film no less.

Unfortunately, he didn't have Hitchcock on-set with him to manipulate the actors into delivering the proper performances. While St. Claire and Wrangler need no improvement, Bullock and Rae sure could have used some help. Their non-sex scenes together are increasingly wooden particularly the penultimate one that ends with her crying; "I hate you. I don't love you anymore!" Bullock replies to this cold declaration by melodramatically punching their apartment's front door as if he were the lead singer of A-ha and hitting the door repeatedly would turn him from black and white to color (a reference to the music video "Take On Me"). You get the feeling that Bullock was handed the role of his career, and he just didn't quite have the acting chops to pull it off. Luckily, St. Claire was up for the challenge.

The plot is good, and Chuck Vincent is at a level beyond most modern x-rated filmmakers, and the eroticism enticing. "Voyeur" is one of the better films, only if Bullock and Rae could've done better with their roles. It may not be Vincent's masterpiece, but it is good enough of a film to be remembered by. Director Chuck Vincent died from AIDS complications in 1991.



Trinity



Vanessa pushed these unwanted thoughts away and focused instead on her childhood. They had had a pretty average childhood, with a few twists. Alec and Vanessa were a part of sports teams and other school clubs, but they had other interesting extracurricular activities as well. Martial arts training started for both of them when they entered into kindergarten. By the time Vanessa and Alec started high school they had each obtained high ranks in several martial art forms.

They both also took gymnastics throughout the years. It aided them with a great deal of agility, balance, and flexibility. Their parents also enrolled Alec and Vanessa into yoga to give their minds the same precision and agility their bodies had obtained. Weapons training was soon incorporated into their after school training sessions. Either of them could practically use any object as a weapon, and could handle almost any weapon on the market. 

All of this training didn’t just help them towards their futures; it also enabled them to excel in their schoolwork. Their training provided the pair with a great deal of focus, patience and determination. Vanessa and Alec both graduated at the top of their high school classes. Once they were old enough to understand, their parents explained about the ‘business trips’ they took. Alec and Vanessa were amazed by the revelation and were very excited to step into the fray to help out. Their parents completely understood their enthusiasm, but they were very adamant about their children going to college. 

Anna and Sam’s death was not part of the plan though. Their passing took away two of the Covenant’s greatest members, and Alec and Vanessa were forced into filling their parents’ shoes. Years of training and education had prepared them for their official entrance into the Covenant, but they would both prefer to have their parents back. Vanessa lifted the trinity symbol off of her chest and brushed the bubbles off it. She kissed it once and pressed it back against her chest. Her eyes looked upward.

“I hope I’m making you both proud.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

“Trinity, Phoenix, please report immediately to the dungeon.” Muse’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

“It took them long enough.” Vanessa mumbled as she began to dry herself off. “It’s show time.”

* * *

Alec pulled the flannel blanket closer around his shivering body. A chill night wind gently wrapped itself around the house. He was sitting on the balcony that was outside his bedroom. Most of his time at night was spent on the balcony looking up at night sky. There seemed to be a thousand points of light spread through the velvety blackness. His thoughts were also focused on his parents. Alec really didn’t have the chance to mourn for them. His mission was to make sure that Vanessa was okay. She might seem hard and tough, but he knew Vanessa better than that. Their parents’ death ripped them to their very cores. 

A soft, musical twinkling sound echoed in the wind. His eyes trailed over to the dark spot in the corner where a wind chime hung. It was too dark to see it now, but he knew its spot from memory. Alec was frightened of the dark as a child, a fear that Vanessa still teased him about, and his parents gave him the wind chime to help calm his fears. They said that the beautiful music it made would scare off all the evil things he believed were hidden in the darkness. 

His gaze returned to the night sky, searching out one star in particular. Alec’s eyes finally found the star, one of the brightest in the darkness. His eyes filled with tears, tears he refused to shed. Every time his parents went away on business they pointed out that star to Alec and Vanessa. They told them that anytime they were afraid to look for that star and know they would be looking at it as well. This way no matter how far apart, they were still linked together.

Alec closed his eyes as his body shuddered; fighting back the pain was becoming more and more difficult. After almost seven years the pain did not lessen in any way. He knew that he had to deal with it, but he had to remain strong for his sister. Alec knew how much Vanessa relied on him, even if she would never admit it. He thought back to his coming out earlier in the week. It certainly didn’t go the way he planned, but everything was out in the open now. Well, almost everything at least. 

The one thing that Alec could never tell Vanessa about was Joey. Joey had been Alec’s best friend through most of grade school and high school, ‘had’ being the operative word. Alec made one of the biggest mistakes any gay man can make; he fell in love with his straight best friend. He then made the second biggest mistake by telling Joey how he felt. Joey was the only person that Alec had let know the real him, besides his parents and Vanessa. Joey did not react very well to Alec’s profession of love at all.

Joey knew about Alec’s martial arts skills and knew there was no way in hell he could beat Alec’s ass. Since he couldn’t attack Alec physically, he attacked him mentally. His words cut through Alec’s heart and soul. The worst part, if it could even get any worse, was that the falling out occurred barely a week after Alec’s parents were killed. Their death made Alec realize he had to tell Joey about his feelings. He didn’t want to regret losing Joey and having him never know how he felt. 

Alec refused to let anyone in ever again. There was too much risk involved, and Alec dealt with too many risks and dangers already. He felt very fulfilled with his life though, even if there was no romantic aspect to it. After Joey’s outburst Alec never saw him again, which Alec felt was for the best. After having his heart ripped out and shredded to pieces he didn’t think he could ever forgive Joey for that. It was one thing that Joey didn’t return his feelings, but Alec thought he knew his friend better. Alec never thought for a second that Joey would push him away like that and say so many hurtful, evil things. 

His self-induced seclusion was also the reason for other things, like his virginity. Alec knew early on in life that girls didn’t interest him at all. He never dated to throw off suspicion though. He was always so busy with activities that no one ever questioned his single status. By this point Alec had masturbation down to a very fine art form. With his twenty-fifth birthday rapidly approaching Alec didn’t worry about sex anymore. He had given up worrying about it a long time ago. Besides, he was giving himself a great deal of pleasure and didn’t have to be concerned about letting his guards down. 

Alec’s job had quickly become the ‘man’ in his life. He could always depend on another mission to come in, another assignment that would require his full attention and focus. Down time had become one of the hardest things to deal with. Most people would welcome the time to relax, not Alec. His mind wandered around too much when he had free time on his hands. Alec was always grateful for assignments, giving his soul a rest from the demons that plagued him. Almost as if reading his mind, Muse’s voice echoed through the open balcony doorway. 

“Trinity, Phoenix, please report immediately to the dungeon.” 

Alec sighed in frustration upon hearing ‘the dungeon’ part of Muse’s message. He made a mental note to not let Vanessa help with Muse’s programming. Alec stretched his long frame, tossing the blanket back onto the chair. He took one last look into the night sky and found their star. The wind chimes still played their haunting, beautiful melody.

* * *

Vanessa and Alec rushed across the dungeon to the communication center. The screen had come to life the moment Muse called for them. The trinity and phoenix symbols slowly rotated on the screen. Muse’s voice echoed throughout the cave-like room.

“Incoming transmission from Covenant Headquarters.”

“Make sure the communication is on a secure line, and play when ready, Muse.” Vanessa commanded as she sat down.

“The transmission was broadcasted over a secure line, security level Alpha. I am decoding and unscrambling the information.” Muse replied.

“Level Alpha?” Alec’s eyebrows rose. “I didn’t think we’d get top level assignments for another few years. We must be doing better than we thought, sis.”

“Our last few missions seemed to be a bit more intense than in the past.” Vanessa looked over her shoulder at her brother. “Level Alpha would probably require both of us to have major roles. Looks like we might finally get to work as an actual field team, bro, and one of us won’t be playing backup for once.”

“That could prove interesting…” Alec began.

“Decoding complete.” Muse’s voice interrupted. “Transmission now playing.”

The trinity and phoenix symbols faded from the screen and were replaced by an image of Stonehenge, the Covenant’s main symbol. The transmission was given by Muse herself, this helped protect the identity of the current leader of the Covenant. Secrecy was all-important to their organization.

“Good evening, Trinity and Phoenix, I hope this transmission finds you both relaxed and well rested, you’ll need it. The President of The United States will be attending the grand opening of a new family resort.” The Stonehenge image disappeared from the screen. A world map appeared in its place, a small red box appeared over a part of the Pacific Ocean. The screen zoomed in on the selected area and a small chain of islands was brought into view. “You are looking at the Terror Islands, a chain of three Pacific Islands that were bought by Terror Incorporated. TI is one of the leading amusement park companies currently in the world. They have created an amusement park on the largest of the islands. The park is called Isle Of Terror. Only one of the other two islands is being used. It is currently housing all of the park’s staff and the park’s storage facilities are located there.”

“This sounds kind of interesting.” Vanessa mumbled. Alec hushed his sister and she shot him a dirty look. The transmission continued to play.

“It has come to our attention that there will be an attempt on the President’s life during the grand opening. Our contacts have been unable to find out what the exact plan is, but we need both of you to stop the assassination attempt.”

“HOLY SHIT!” Vanessa exclaimed.

“Would you just shut up already?” Alec snapped at his sister. 

“More information will be provided to you as it becomes available. You will be going in as part of an added security team for the park. This will enable you to have complete access to everything and anything in the park. You will need the normal equipment. There will be a contact for this mission, Backdraft. Backdraft will rendezvous with you when you disembark on the island.” 

“What the hell?” It was Alec’s turn to be shocked.

“Would you just shut up already?” Vanessa asked Alec with a sweet smile on her face.

“This does not mean that the Covenant doubts your abilities in any way. This mission will be covering a large scale and will require three field agents.” The transmission continued over the siblings. “We have full faith in the both of you, and that this assignment will be successful. May your strength and determination prevail as it always does. Good luck, Trinity and Phoenix. All traces of this transmission will be deleted and purged for security purposes.”

The screen faded back to the trinity and phoenix symbols. Alec and Vanessa looked at each other in silence. They had tough missions in the past, but they both knew that this would go far beyond anything they had attempted so far. Their shock was quickly replaced with pride, pride in knowing that the Covenant believed they were the best agents for this mission.

“Looks like playtime is over, Phoenix.” Vanessa grinned.

“You’re damn straight, Trinity.” He replied with a grin of his own.

“Looks like you finally got your wish, tiger.” She said with a wink.

“What are you talking about, Nessa?” Alec asked in confusion.

“We are finally getting that amusement park vacation you were talking about.” Vanessa giggled.

Vanessa walked over to the ammunition storage and began packing. Alec glared at his sister’s back.

“Bitch.” He mumbled as he got their other gear ready.

“I heard that, Alec!”