0 comments/ 14443 views/ 2 favorites The Adventures of Lance Steele Ch. 01 By: JDPIV I sat in my office smoking a Lucky Strike and reading the paper. The Japs were still in Washington trying to negotiate an end to their assets being frozen. DiMaggio had a 40 game hitting streak for the fucking hated Yankees. It was sweltering in my office on Main Street. The fan in the window was succeeding only in blowing hot air around the room. Outside, the palm trees at Five Points corner were still. I poured myself two fingers of whiskey. It was quality stuff, a dime a pint. But, it kept my teeth from staining. There was a knock on the frosted glass office door. I said, “Come in.” She did. She was a tall dame with blond hair and blue eyes. She wore a powder blue suit that was tailored and must have cost her the best part of thirty dollars. I straightened my tie and said, “What can I do for you, Miss-“ “Mrs. Stansfield, Sabrina Stansfield.” “Nice to meet you, Miss Stansfield. If you’re looking for Lance Steele, you found him. Please, sit.” She sat in the client chair in front of my desk. She nodded, almost to herself and said, “Mr. Steele, I have a problem.” I waited for her to spill it. Most people don’t know how the whole, hiring a private dick routine goes. I really don’t know how it goes either, as each case is different from the previous one. She looked around my office and nodded appreciatively. She pulled a gold cigarette case out of her purse and asked, “Do you mind if I smoke?” “Of course not.” I lit her cigarette with my desk lighter. “You were saying”, I prompted. She took a drag on her cigarette and exhaled with a sigh. “I think my husband is cheating on me and I need you to find out if that’s the case.” It all came out in a rush as though if she said it quickly, it wouldn’t be true. I said, “I’m sorry to hear that. The man must be an idiot.” She smiled reflexively; there was no warmth in her smile. She was a beautiful moll and she knew it. I’m sure men complimented her all the time. Her skin was creamy and perfect. There was not a wrinkle on her face; her hands were small and delicate. On her left hand were a big diamond and a gold wedding band. “Thank you, he is. Can you find out for me?” I softened my face and said, “Yes, ma’am, I’ll find out for you.” “I don’t have much money, Mr. Steele.” “I’m sure we can work something out, Mrs. Stansfield. If you could kindly write down your address and where I can reach you during the day, I’ll start after my next appointment.” I handed her a tablet of paper and a pencil. She wrote down what I asked her to. I looked at the address, Bird Key, lots of money. She pulled out her purse and handed me two ten-dollar bills and a five. “Will you accept a twenty-five dollar retainer?” “Yes.” She shook my hand and smiled, this time with some warmth. “Thank you so much, Mr. Steele. I look forwarded to hearing from you soon.” But I initially heard, “I’d like to feel your big hard shaft sliding in to me.” I shook my head to clear the cobwebs. “Yes, Mrs. Stansfield, I will call on you soon.” With that, she left. I went to my desk and pressed the intercom buzzer. Ginger, my secretary, said, “Yes, Mr. Steele.” “Ginger, please come in here and take dictation.” “Yes, Mr. Steele.” I knocked back the rest of my whiskey. I heard Ginger lock the outer office door. She came into my office without a word and walked to the client chair. She bent over the client chair and pulled up her skirt. Her undergarments had been removed. I unzipped my trousers and pulled out the steel lance. I rubbed the tip against her button. She moved back against me and moaned. I put the head of my shaft in her. She moaned. “C’mon, lover, don’t hold back on me.” She said. I fed a little more of my tool into her hot box. She moaned louder. I pulled back so just the head was in her. She was panting now. Ginger never took long to get off. I fed her even more. Her quim was convulsing around me. I pulled out and rubbed her clitty again. She stared to shake and moan, a low noise that I’m sure scared some passersby out on Main Street. I pushed all the way in to the hilt. She started to come. “Oh, Lance, you’re going to split me in half.” I grabbed her hips and started sawing into her pussy. I could feel her little box struggling to take all of my manhood. But, I didn’t wait for her to adjust, which would have only pissed her off. She had on hand in her shirt playing with her nipples and one hand on her clit, frigging herself. I took a thumb and started rubbing it around her sphincter ring. She pushed back harder on my cock as I stuck my thumb up her ass. She chanted, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me” as though it was a religious mantra, which for Ginger, it could have been. She came again and I knew her legs were about to give out on her. I pulled my still hard dick out her and led her over to the couch. I sat down on it and she sat down on my dick as I impaled her little battered pussy. She couldn’t take a full thrust on top of me, I never met a woman who could, but her tight little box was milking the life out of me. I put one hand on her hip and with the other grabbed one of her pebble-like nipples, rolling it in my fingers. That set her off again and she flooded my dick with her sweet juice. She got off my pole and put her lips on it. She rubbed her clit while taking half of my dick down the length of her throat. Her tongue continued to work the underside and the head while she was deep-throating me. Her other hand was jacking the other five inches she couldn’t get in her mouth. I could feel the boiling in my sack as Ginger continued her excellent ministrations on my love weapon. I grunted as I shot my load down her throat. She swallowed every drop as if it was the most precious thing on earth. She smiled at me and poured us each a drink. She purred, “If Albert knew what I really did in my job, he’d sock me a few times.” I said, “If he socked you a few times, I’d shoot his miserable ass. It’s not your fault he can’t do the job.” “You sure can, though.” She said with a wicked smile. “I love taking dictation.”…. To be continued. The Adventures of Lance Steele Ch. 02 That summer, I was driving a 1936 Packard convertible, cobalt blue. I drove out across the Ringling Causeway after my interlude with Ginger. There’s something about red-heads that I can’t turn down. The sun was still high in the late afternoon sky, but behind me, in the eastern sky, floated the late afternoon thunder storms everyone in West Florida has come to expect. I pulled up to the gatehouse at the Bird Key entrance. The guard said, “Can I help you, sir?” “I hope so, bub, I’m looking for the Stansfield Residence.” He smirked, “What business do you have with the Stansfields?” He had a luxurious mustache and was probably a tough guy when Prohibition started. I blew smoke in his face. “It doesn’t concern you, jack, now are you going to tell me where I can find the house or do I have to shake it out of you?” He looked a little uncertain. Perhaps I should explain that I’m six feet four inches tall and weigh over two hundred pounds. I’m pretty good at shaking things out of people when I have to. I don’t like to very often, but some things need to be done. “Well? What’s it gonna be?” He hesitated a second. I reached for the car door. He said, “Okay, fine, they live at 1365 Spoonbill Way. Take the third left, their house should be on the right about half way down the block.” “Thanks. That wasn’t that hard, now was it?” “Hey, I’m just doing my job.” I drove on past him. I’ve found that people like talking to gumshoes just a hair more than they like talking to the law. I rarely introduce myself as a shamus, it kind of gets in the way, and my job’s hard enough without setting people in a wrong mind in the first place. I found Spoonbill Way and the house subsequently numbered 1365. It was a large beige stucco job with a terra cotta roof. There were three balconies leading off double doors on the second story. On one of said balconies Sabrina Stansfield sunned herself on a towel. I called up to her, “Mrs. Stansfield.” “Oh, Mr. Steele, how nice to see you again. Please, come around the house and have a drink with me by the pool.” She pointed to my left. I went around through a gate and onto the patio. By the pool, Sabrina Stansfield waited in chaise lounge, a pitcher of martinis on a small table next to her. I sat in a chaise lounge next to her. She looked beautiful in her baby blue swimsuit. I said, “I’m sorry to disturb you. I have a few more questions for you.” “It’s not a disturbance at all. In fact, I am glad to have the company. Howard, that’s my husband, is in New York on business and it can get so lonely down here.” If I was married to her, I’d never leave her. “What makes you think your husband is having an affair?” I asked without preamble. She shook her head. “First, let me pour you a drink and then we can discuss this awful business.” “Fine with me.” She poured me a martini. She made a toasting gesture with her glass and said, “To love.” I repeated her toast and had a sip of it and managed not to make a face – too much vermouth. I picked an olive off the toothpick and even that didn’t make it better. I shook a Lucky out of my pack and offered her one. She accepted. I lit hers and mine with the same flame. Good smoke. “So, we were discussing why you think your husband’s having an affair.” “Were we? That’s such a bore. Let’s talk about something else.” I nodded. “What would you like to talk about?” “You.” I nodded again. “What about me?” “Are you married?” “No, I’m single.” “Ever been married?” “Nope.” “Ever going to get married?” “I hope to.” She knocked the rest of her martini down and poured some more. “Marriage is myth. Love, honor, and obey. Ha.” She said with venom. I realized she’d been drinking martinis, or something for a while. “I’ve been a perfect wife for that bastard for three years and how does he reward me? By having affair after affair.” I was a little surprised by that, but I was starting to get the picture. She was probably twenty-five or so and I could imagine he was in his late forties. I saw it all the time at the golf course and the club and the beach and the bars. “What do you mean ‘affair after affair’?” “The maid likes to talk to me. She tells me what he does with the wife of his business partner, the wife of his attorney, and with his secretary.” I took this all in. “Why does the maid tell you these things?” “Because I pay her to. I have not had a single affair.” She stood up and turned around. Her breasts were large, but firm looking. Her posterior was perfect. ”Look at me, do you think it would be difficult for me to play around behind Howard’s back if I wanted to?” I had about a million comments for that question but I only said, “No, you would have no problem seducing most men.” “What about you? Could I seduce you if I wanted to?” Yes. “No, I don’t sleep with clients.” “Why not?” “Because it’s bad for business.” “Really? I bet you’re afraid of what I can do.” “Afraid, no.” Curious, yes, I thought to myself. “Howard is the only man I’ve ever been with.” She was killing me. “That’s very admirable.” “We started dating when I was twenty-one. I’m twenty-six now.” Close. “And he’s the only man I’ve ever been with. I want more. I want you.” She leaned down and kissed me. There was some body english on it and I was impressed. Her breasts were very firm. “Mrs. Stansfield –“ I said when she finished kissing me, though I felt like an idiot going by her married name after she’d stuck her tongue in my mouth. “Sabrina”, she interrupted. “Sabrina, this isn’t a good idea.” She reached down and took off her high heels. She reached behind her and pulled her hair out its clasp. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her neck and onto her shoulders. Her blue eyes pooled becoming even bluer contrasted to her swimsuit. I knew I should have just gotten up and given her the twenty-five dollar retainer back. I knew better than to screw a client, a married client with marital problems at that. But, there was no way. She was young and beautiful and desirable, and I was about to fuck her brains out. I stood up and said, “Okay, you want to know how the other half lives, you got it.” I grabbed her hand and led her into the house and up the stairs. I went into an open door and into what had to be the master suite. It took up the entire bay side of the house. There was a large maple canopy bed in the middle. I pulled her next to me and kissed her, our tongues wrestling. Her large breasts were mashed against my chest and I could feel the heat coming from her box. I unzipped her bathing suit and pulled it down. She whimpered. She had no idea what was going to happen. I pushed her back on the bed and hastily took off my clothes. I left my shorts on, I didn’t want to scare her to death. I pushed both of her hands over her head and kissed her neck. I toyed with her nipples roughly. They were extremely hard and thick, like fleshy thimbles. She moaned at the neck/nipple double team. I slid my mouth down to one of her nipples and sucked on it, not gently, either. She moaned louder. I played with her other nipple, pulling it tighter with my left hand. My right hand was lightly rubbing the inside of her thigh. She was trying to slide her cooze to my hand. I kept teasing her just out of reach. She said, “Oh, Jesus, if you don’t put something in me soon, I’m going to explode.” I found her clit and thumbed it. She shuddered. I continued to stroke her clit. She was as wet as a hurricane and breathing like one, too. I put my middle finger between her lips, but not in her pussy. She shuddered again. To me, she felt like she was about to blow. I stuck my finger in her all the way to the bottom. I pistoned my finger in and out slowly, still working on her clit with my thumb, and the other nipple now with my mouth. I wasn’t sure how much of her hot, sweet body I could take before I began plundering her. Once I thought she was really ready to go, I put my mouth down by her cooter and sucked her clit in, sucking it and licking it at the same time. She screamed and flooded my mouth with her sweet sweet orgasm juice. I stuck my tongue in her cunt and fucked her with it. She came again, instantly, moaning loudly and fucking against my mouth. I got off the bed and took off my shorts. Her eyes were closed and her chest was still heaving. She had developed a nice red flush on her breasts, neck, and beautiful face. How could anyone cheat on her? Idiot. I said, “Are you ready for me?” “Yes”, she said without opening her eyes. “Spread your legs.” She did. “Wider.” She spread them wider. “Wider”, she spread them wider still. She opened her eyes and got a good look at my cockmeat for the first time. “Where are you planning to stick that?” She asked. “You know where it’s going.” “There’s no way you’ll get all of that in me.” “I know, just take what you can.” She spread her legs as far as she could. I put the head in her. She moaned, “That’s thick.” “Just wait.” I put a little more in her. She was sweating now and grunting. I gave her some more and she said, “That’s the biggest thing I’ve ever had in me by far. How much more do you have to stick in me?” I looked down and saw a good five inches of dick was not in her yet. “About half.” “Oh, Jesus.” I shoved as much as she could take. I could feel her tighten her quim muscles all around me, trying to repel the unnaturally big intruder. I started fucking in and out slowly. My pubic bone was grinding against her clit. She lifted her long beautiful legs up over my back. I used long slow strokes. She started to match my motions and pace. Sabrina Stansfield came again, digging her fingernails into my shoulders and pulling more of my cock into her. I didn’t wait for her to finish as I sped up the pace. She started moaning in a constant monotone coupled with a constant shudder. I hadn’t abused a pussy like this in almost two hours. I knew I had a long time to go before I filled her with my seed. She came again and I pulled out with a loud plop. I turned her on her side and lay next to her. I put my still hard dick back in her little quim. She leaned back against me. “Um, this is nice.” She said. “Yes, it is.” I kissed the back of her neck and squeezed a nipple. My other hand rubbed her clit. I fucked her slowly, letting the girth do more of the work than the length now. I fucked her like that for a while. Slowly, letting her come as often as she could, not teasing and not injuring, either. She had her long top leg over my hip. Through the window, the sun was going down. She came once more, and very hard. She said, “I want to look at you. May I get on top of you?” “Nothing in the world right now would make me happier.” She climbed on and sat on my waist and leaned forward putting my fuckstick in her. She moaned again, “I can’t get used to the size.” “Me either.” She started fucking me slowly and then speeding up. I palmed her big, beautiful breasts, feeling her nipples hard in my palms. Her eyes were closed and she looked like an angel, her golden hair her halo. I could feel the boiling and the shiver that signaled I was about to blow. I pushed down on her hips and felt the bottom of her shallow cunny. She moaned and trashed wildly with another orgasm. Mine came right along with her. I pulled her down on top of me and filled her with as much spunk as I’ve ever shot in my life. She laid next to me, we were sharing a cigarette. She said, “I don’t want to sound forward, but Howard never did that to me.” “You and Mr. Stansfield have never made love, doll? I find that hard to believe.” “No, Howard never made love to me so well I swear I could feel colors.” I probably blushed. I know I’ve had lots of women before, but never a moll as classy as this one. “What can I say, you hired a dick and a dick is what you got.” She laughed and choked on some smoke. “That’s for sure. Can you nail Howard so I can get divorced?” “Yes.” She reached down and squeezed my pecker with her little hand. “I might just keep you.” “If you play your cards right.”…. To Be Continued…. The Adventures of Lance Steele Ch. 03 I sat in the Packard with Sabrina. After what we'd done, we agreed to call each other by first names. We were following Mr. Stansfield. I know it says in the Gumshoe Handbook, not to take along the wife of the man you're staking out but she wanted to go with me and I wasn't going to say no. Of course, it also says in the Gumshoe Handbook, not to screw your clients and I was breaking that rule, too. Stansfield was on the beach with his secretary, Georgia Hall. Ms. Hall was a brunette with nice cans and a posterior that didn't look bad, either. Sabrina and I were looking through binoculars at the festivities on the beach, separate binocs. Presently, Stansfield was doing his best imitation of a man about to bury the hatchet, so to speak. Only his hatchet was on the short side. I'm not one to compare, but I can see why his wife preferred the axe in my pants to the hatchet in his. Stansfield had his hands on his secretary's breasts and was doing a maneuver that I would have expected someone molding clay would use. I'm pretty sure he was confusing her yelps of pain for pleasure. She was lying on her back with her legs spread, the look on her face said, "Hurry up and get this over with." He mounted her and I heard her make a little cooing noise. He closed his eyes and she yawned. Sabrina said, "Are you going to do something?" I looked at her and said, "I was thinking about taking a few pictures of this love and then letting you sue the shit out of him in divorce court." "That's what I wanted to hear." She said, leaning her head down into my lap. Her slim hands were on my cock through my slacks. She unzipped me and pulled my cock out. I took the camera and started snapping pictures of the happy couple doing it on the beach as I felt Sabrina's warm breath on my pole. She licked the head and stroked the shaft. I didn't think she'd had much experience giving head, but I was more than willing to let her practice on me. She took the head in her mouth and sucked down a little bit more. When my pecker hit the back of her throat she gagged and mumbled something unintelligible. It's been my experience that no amount of conversation while getting a blow job is good so I just ignored it and put my head back on the seat. Sabrina was sucking for all she was worth. Her hand was working the part she couldn't get into her mouth, which was a considerable amount. Her other hand was up her dress frigging her cooter like it had an itch. It was time to scratch the itch. I moved her hand away from her pussy and pulled her panties off her ass. Her cunt was dripping wet. I a pair of fingers around her lips, teasing her beaver and thumbing her clit lightly. She moaned around my cock and unbuttoned her dress, her massive guns fighting against the silk bra. She took my rod out of her mouth and moaned, a long, low, loud moan. She put my dick between her tits and I could feel her nipples against my thighs. It was time to start fucking. I pulled her up and slid over to the other side of the car under her. She sat on my lap facing the windshield. She took my cock in her hand and rubbed it along her clit. When she did, she came instantly and loudly. The happy couple on the beach looked our way, but, couldn't see anything. I could feel her pussy quivering around the head of my fuckmeat as she coated it with her love juice. She put the head inside her and whimpered. I knew she was going to go slowly. I gently twisted a nipple and lightly rubbed her clit as I waited for her to take more. She started to take a little more slowly fucking me, the top of my pecker rubbing the soft spongy spot just inside her pussy. Once I was in as far as I would go, she leaned back against me and started moving faster. She was so tight and I could feel my head rubbing against her cervix, an unmatched combination in the history of fuckitude. She moved faster, out to the tip and then all the way to the bottom. She started coming, her breathing sounded like a train coming down the tracks. I increased the pressure on her clit and on her tits. She stopped fucking while her orgasm racked her. When she was finished coming, I pushed her forward against the dashboard and started setting the pace. I put a thumb in her ass while she rubbed her clit. I was banging the tip of my cock into her unmercifully. I could feel the delicious sensation of my balls getting tighter and tighter. Her golden hair was whipping my face as she shook her head. I let out a low moan and started flooding her with my love seed. She convulsed, signaling another orgasm and let out an earth-shaking scream. I lit us each a cigarette, she licked my cock clean and wiped off her bacon strip with my handkerchief. "Oh, Lance, tell me you got some good pictures." "Of course, baby, I'm a professional." She smiled her billion-watt smile, "What happened to not mixing business with pleasure?" "What are you talking about, I'm always working." Her smile didn't change a whit, "Always working my pussy." To be continued... The Adventures of Lance Steele Ch. 04 For my anonymous feeder-back J and her wet knickers...here you go, the continuation... Things were going along swimmingly. I had closed my case with Sabrina, she took her husband for a bunch of money and gave me some which I used to pay off my house. I was in the middle of an annoying divorce case I was trying to close quickly. I sat in my office smoking a Camel and drinking coffee. Ginger was out of town visiting her mother in Texas so I left my office door open. Doolittle and his courageous crew had just dropped some five hundred pounders in the Jap's front yard and support for the war was very high. I was just past the age where I would be re-called to the Navy or so I thought when two suits opened the anteroom door. They looked around for a secretary, and, finding none, they walked through my open office door. They were dressed identically, navy suits and ties, white shirts and navy fedoras. One of them carried an attaché case; he would be the underling. I didn't deal with underlings. I said, "Gentlemen, come in." The boss said, "Mr. Steele, I'm Captain Cary Douglas, United States Navy, this is Lieutenant Ross." We shook hands all around. "Can I get you gentlemen some coffee?" Douglas nodded. Ross shook his head. I poured Douglas' coffee and re-filled my own cup. "What can I do for the United States Navy?" Douglas sipped his coffee and pulled out a corn-cob pipe. He lit it with a long kitchen match. He said, "I carry matches because I like the flavor better." I nodded. "Now, you were interested in what you could do for the Navy." He nodded slightly to Ross. Ross opened the attaché case and produced a file. Douglas flipped through it briefly and said, "You were a Lieutenant, originally a fighter pilot, then transferred to Intelligence." "Yes, do you want me to come back and fly Wildcats?" He smiled, "Hardly, we want to use your other skills." "Which skills would those be?" "Since you resigned your commission, you spent four years on the Sarasota County Sheriff's Department, as a detective. From all reports, we understand you're an espescially effective interrogator. That's what we wish to employ you for. We'll return you to active duty in an intelligence billet at the rank of Commander." I took the last drag on my Camel and stubbed it out while I mulled over their offer. I knew I didn't have a choice and said offer was never going to get any better. "Do I have any negotiating room here?" He smiled slightly and said, "No, not much, needs of the Navy and all that. Why, what did you want to negotiate for?" "Staff." "Sure, you'll have a small staff, probably a yeoman and a deputy, probably an Ensign or a J.G." By J.G. he meant Lieutenant Junior Grade. "Excellent, so that means I won't have to do my own typing." I mused. "When would I have to report?" He handed me a plane ticket from Tampa to Pensacola; it was dated three days later. But, it was First Class which was rare. "I guess this answers my question." Douglas nodded. "We're going to leave you now to take care of your affairs. Your orders will be here by noon tomorrow. Just take your orders to the Officer of the Day at the Air Station in Pensacola and report to him. From there, you'll draw uniforms and your staff. After that, you'll be sent where we need you most, probably England, but we don't know yet." "Who is my immediate superior?" "I am." "Where are you stationed?" "Washington." I nodded, "So, I'm the advance party, so to speak?" "Exactly." He and Ross stood up to leave. "Good to have you back in Navy Blue, Commander." "Thank you, Captain, I hope it will prove to be good to be back." They left. It occurred to me that Ross never said a word. He was well trained. I called Mr. Parsons, the man who'd hired me to dig up dirt on his wife for the impending divorce proceedings, and told him a little about the situation and that I'd mail his retainer back to him. I called Ginger's husband, a man for whom I have almost zero use, and got her mother's number in Texas after some debate. He hates me because he suspects correctly that I'm screwing his wife. I called Ginger and told her what was happening and that I'd pay her three month's separation. She cried for my safety and for the apparent end to our relationship. I told her I'd re-open the office when I got back, only, I had no idea when that would be. In a few minutes, I'd taken care of all my business save one last item. Sabrina answered the phone, "Hello." "Hello, gorgeous." "Lance, what a nice surprise. What are you doing?" "I was wondering if you'd like to meet me at the Cabana Club for lunch." "I'd love to, what's the occasion?" "We'll talk about it when we see each other." "Is everything okay?" "For now, yes. We'll talk in a few." "Okay, I'll meet you there in an hour." "Excellent." Sabrina was wearing a string of pearls I'd given her and a lemon yellow sundress with white polka-dots and straps that buttoned above her breasts with big white buttons and showing a lot sun-tanned cleavage. It was a great sight. She sat on the porch of my bungalow at the Cabana Club reading a menu and smoking a cigarette. She stood up and kissed me when I walked in. I said, "Are you hungry?" She reached down and grabbed my dick, "Only for this." "I assume we'll have food later." I kissed her, our tongues intertwining. I unbuttoned her dress as I kissed her and it fell to the floor. She stood, the picture of perfection, naked save for lemon yellow high-heels. I let out a low wolf-whistle. She said, "You like what you see, Sailor?" Hmm, ironic she would say that before I told her anything. "You know I do, baby." I kissed her again and steered her to the bed. I rubbed my thumbs around her aereolas being careful not to maintain contact with her nipples. I knew it would drive her crazy. In the meantime, she was unbuttoning my shirt and pulling off my belt. I stood and unclothed myself in a matter of seconds. My cock was titanium hard and pointing at her bare little cooter. She nodded at me, but I waved her off. I kissed her throat and rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Her throat vibrated against my lips when she moaned. I could feel her heartbeat against my chest and her breathing quickened. I kissed her collarbone and the tops of her mighty milk wagons. I put my thigh between her legs and she fucked my thigh slowly. I could feel her little, wet, tormented beaver contracting around my thigh. I pulled her over to the bed and bent her over it. I had a great view of her perfect ass. I put the head against her lips and teased her for a second. She reached back and spread her lips as far as she could. I stabbed deep into her. "Uhhhhh", she grunted, and panted, "even though I know what's coming, it still surprises me." I stabbed deeper again, as if to say, "shut up." She got the hint and started to fuck back against me. She leaned back against me a little to keep the head from pounding her cervix. I squeezed her big tits, thumbed her nipples. She was busy frigging her clit. Sabrina was about to come. Her back started to arch; her breathing grew more and more rapid; her pussy clinched tighter on me. Her back of her neck was touched with red, I knew she was blushing, her face, neck, the top of her breasts, would all be crimson. She pushed all the way back against me and held against me. I held her hips, held myself all the way in her like I know she likes it. She came with a loud "Agggggggghhhhhhhhh". I pulled out. Sabrina would need a second to recover. Her pussy and clit were uber-sensitive. If I didn't give her some time, she'd be un-able to walk the next day or two. I lay down on the bed next to her. She took my hard prick in her hand and stroked it lazily. She looked into my eyes. "You're incredible." "So are you." I responded with a kiss. She kissed me back. "What did you want to talk about?" She asked, stroking a little harder. I loved getting hand jobs. I watched as she snaked her own hand down to her clit. "Can we discuss this later?" I groaned. "Sure." She stroked my cock and her clit in time. I rolled over onto my side and took her nipple in my mouth and sucked. She stroked each of us harder. It was delicious. I could see her little hand working my cock with all her might. Stroking up and down, rubbing the head with her thumb on the up-stroke. She started to come again. I came with her, soaking her hand, and her legs and her stomach with the white wave. We lay in the bed sharing a cigarette. "Okay, lover, now what was it you wanted to tell me?" She asked. I took a drag of the Camel, let smoke creep out of my nose, handed it to her. She took it and took a drag. "I've been recalled to active duty." She leaned away from me with wide eyes. "You have? How could they?" "Well, sweetheart, in case you didn't know it, there's a war on. I've been re-called by Naval Intelligence." She snorted, "There's an oxymoron." I chuckled. "That's for sure." "When do you have to go?" "Two days." She turned away from me. I was sure there was going to be some drama, but I was wrong. She put the cigarette out in the ashtray on the nightstand. She turned back, a slight tear in her eye. "Please promise me you'll be careful." "Always." The tear was gone when she said, "Let's eat and then you need to fuck me again." I was only happy to oblige... To be continued...