Tony sat for hours unable to sleep. Although the sun was coming up, by Tony’s watch it was only two o’clock the afternoon before. They had been flying almost eight hours, and due to all the details in his mind and the fact he had slept most of the night before, he couldn’t close his eyes. They were scheduled to be in Naples, in about two hours.
He placed an old favorite DVD in the player, placed the expensive headphones across his ears and started the movie. The movie was “The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes” staring Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce. The story is how the master sleuth hunts his archenemy, Professor Moriarty, who is planning the crime of the century.
Not many people were, or are aware that Basil Rathbone was born in June of 1892, in Johannesburg, South Africa. The family was made to leave their home three years later because his father was accused by the Boers of being a British spy, at a time when Dutch-British conflicts were leading to the Boer War.
Tony also recalled that Errol Leslie Thomson Flynn, or Erol Flynn as we know him, was born in Hobart, Tasmania, Australia. So two of the most famous English actors weren’t even born in England. Even Nigel Bruce of Dr. Watson fame was born in Ensenada, Baja California, Mexico.
One of the most memorible scenes of the movie was when Moriarty
had just returned home from prison, where he had spent time behind bars for killing a man. The sceen is with his man servant, Dawes:
Dawes: You wanted to see me, sir?
Proff: I'm away for a few weeks, Dors, and I come back to find my anthurium magenta, my incomparable anthurium magenta, withered, ruined...
Dawes: I can't understand it, sir; I took good care of all the plants.
Proff: Did you water them?
Dawes: Every day - just as you told me, sir.
Proff: Then how does it happen that I find a spider's web spun across the spout of the watering can?
Dawes: That can happen overnight, sir.
Proff: Overnight, huh? Then you didn't water them today?
Dawes: There's been so much to do, sir, preparing for your coming back.
Proff: Nothing is as important as the care of my flowers. Through your neglect, this flower has died. You've murdered a flower!
Dawes: Why, I'm sorry, sir.
Proff: To think for merely murdering a man I was incarcerated for six whole weeks in a filthy prison cell.
Dawes: A pity, sir!
Proff: A travesty on justice!
Dawes: Quite so, sir.
Proff: And for this crime, Dors, you should be flogged, broken on the wheel, drawn and quartered...
Dawes: Yes, sir. Will that be all, sir?
Proff: ...and boiled in oil!
Dawes: Thank you, sir.
Proff: Go away.
Dawes: Yes, sir.
Tony laughed thinking about how Moriarty mispronounced Dawes, and called the manservant “Dors”. He was just getting into the story when Miss. Omagato came up to his seat and informed him there was a phone call from New York. He could take it on line 1 of the phone attached to his seat. Tony picked up the phone from its cradle. The call was from his secretary.
She informed him that the models, which were to be in the Hugo Boss shoot, would be delayed in Germany for another day and would not be able to meet the group in Naples until Friday. This sounded great to Tony as he was hoping for some time to give Becky a tour of the ancient city. He was also hoping to take her to the city of Pompeii, which had been covered, in volcanic ash in 89 AD, when the volcano Vesuvius blew up. It was a very sexy city.
Tony continued watching the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes; however fell asleep before it was over. Although they had departed New York on Tuesday morning, it was now Wednesday afternoon. This high-speed movement around the globe confused a lot of people, including Tony.
It was now three pm New York time according to Tony’s watch, however, as the aircraft turned southeast along the Italian coast, the time was now the middle of the afternoon on Wednesday and they would land at four pm, New York time. Tony wasn’t positive, but it was as close as he could get.
He asked Miss. Omagato if they were running late. She told him that they were a little late due to headwinds on most of the trip. She said that she was sorry and apologized for the airline. He said it was no problem, he had just wondered.
His secretary had booked everyone in at the Napoli - Il quartiere dirigenziale. Which is only a few miles southwest of the airport. She contacted the other part of the group, which was still in Germany and told them of the hotel. They would meet them there in the lobby, on Friday at noon.
As the sleek little aircraft was touching down in Naples, the tower sent them to the private section of the airport where customs agents would meet them. No standing in line, or dragging their luggage from one place to another. It would take only fifteen minutes to clear customs, at which time a limousine would take them to the hotel. This was much better than commercial flying and Tony told Miss. Omagato how much he had enjoyed the flight.
He also handed her a business card and told her to ask her boss to call his secretary, and make arrangements for a flight to Hawaii in December, however he would like a larger aircraft. She smiled and said she would contact him as soon as she could. After the inspection of their luggage and photo gear, they were directed off the airplane to two waiting limousines. A short twenty-minute drive and the limousines pulled up in front of the hotel.
When Tony identified himself to the hotel clerk, a bellman was called. Tony signed for the whole group and everyone was taken to their rooms.
Except for the time she had spent with Tony in the restroom, and the time eating, Becky had slept most of the trip. She was now awake and excited about being in Italy. She was also apparently a little horny.
When they arrived in their suite of rooms, she was surprised and excited, at how plush it was. It resembled a Hollywood set of a movie about King Louie XIV staring Bob Hope and Bing Crosby. She had never seen anything like this in her life. When they walked in, Tony saw their luggage. Becky quickly removed her clothes; down to her panties and bra, concerned Tony might try and stop here. She then began stripping Tony of his clothing.
Tony had about two and a half hours sleep on the airplane, but it wasn’t really enough. Now he felt tired, he thought. He felt that funny feeling in his face when you are so tired you begin to pass out. As Becky had his pants down around his ankles, and was in the process of removing his underwear, he lay back on the bed and relaxed.
Becky sensed Tony was about fall asleep, so she quickly took his cock in her hand and began to jack him off. Being a man who was still alive, he automatically responded and got hard without opening his eyes. Becky quickly stripped off her panties and straddled him, his penis sliding deep into her vagina. It had been much too long, and she really needed him in the worst way. Although he didn’t feel quite up to it, he did not attempt to stop her in her sexual quest.
Luckily, he didn’t have to do much at this point. Becky was in control and he only had to think about staying awake for her. He was a changed man because of her. He was a better man. He wondered when it all began … way back when he had become such an asshole.
When his mother was alive, she had always taken him to mass every Sunday. However when he was around eight years old, and she became ill, Tony began to spend a lot of time with his uncle Marcus and visits to church became less and less. Marcus was fun, thought Tony, all three hundred an eight pounds of him. He always had a joke or something funny, to say. The only problem was the type of jokes he told.
Marcus talked about his girlfriend a lot, however Tony never met her. He was beginning to believe she was not real.
“Tony,” said Marcus with a big toothy grin, “I think you would like her, she has a big set of tits, a bigger ass and an even bigger nose to keep everything going the right direction.”
Marcus would then state that, it was the way “GOD’S CHILDREN” were. Later, Tony found out later Marcus was referring to the Jews. As Tony’s mother had taught him that he should not talk about people in the manner Marcus did, it made him feel uneasy when he visited his mother at the hospital. She would have to spend long hours there for dialysis treatments. Some days she would be there for eight to ten hours. Tony would sit next to her and read a book, or watch television.
Marcus turned out to be an equal opportunist as he was just as bad when he talked about, the blacks, Mexicans and any other nationality or religion that crossed his mind. When Tony’s mom died he was devastated, however he went to live with his uncle and had over a hundred thousand dollars in a trust fund for his education.
Marcus would provide all the money necessary for Tony until he was eighteen, then Marcus would get 25% of Tony’s trust fund, plus interest. As it turned out, however Marcus had a massive stroke twelve days after Tony’s seventeenth birthday. Tony had kept warning him about his weight, but Marcus continued to eat, smoke and gain weight.
He was three hundred thirty five pounds when the stroke hit him. His blood pressure was 205 over 110. Marcus had willed Tony his apartment in Brooklyn Heights and a seventy thousand dollar life insurance policy. Tony was pretty well set to complete his college education.
Tony believed that the seven years between his mom’s death and Marcus’s death had just been enough time to screw up his mind. Tony got a lawyer and petitioned the court to allow him to live on his own, in the men’s dormitory of NYU and complete his high school requirements there. NYU's lottery system gives priority to Sophomores, followed by Seniors and then Juniors, while Freshmen had their own dorm in another part of the school.
He sold his uncle’s apartment and moved into Third Avenue North, which was and still is the largest all-freshman residence hall at NYU and in the United States for that matter. Residence halls at New York University have always been unique, in that many are converted apartment complexes or old hotels.
While some are directly in the University area, others are as far away as the financial district. Almost all of the residence halls have a laundry room that is open to resident students twenty-four hours a day, and the university operates its own transit system to transport these students, via bus or trolley, to campus.
After just a couple of months Tony was getting into the college lifestyle. He was only about five months from turning eighteen and as he was on academic probation, due to his age, he watched everything he did very carefully.
Suddenly Tony was starled and transported back to reality as Becky began to yell, when she climaxed. He felt as though he was ignoring her and grabbed her sweaty hips. She was almost unconscious in her sexual expedition attempting to remain awake until Tony filled her pussy with cum.
“Fuck me Tony; shove it deep into me … harder … harder … hard.”
Becky came again and fell forward onto Tony’s chest. Her right titty was just an inch from his mouth, and when he began to suck, she moaned loud. He then pushed his cock as hard as he could, his butt lifting off the bed and impaling Becky like a slab of meat in a refrigerator.
She groaned again, happy that he was not yet done, however almost worn out from cuming twice before. She was wet everywhere between her sternum and half way down her thighs. This was the type of “lovemaking” she enjoyed the most. Wet and wild; fucking hard; and cum squirting in all directions.
This was her man and her penis; however she would allow him to use it whenever he had to pee. She had similar feelings about his mouth sucking on her clitoris, but again she would allow him to use it when he had to talk or eat.
Tony was really into it now. He was fucking her like the first day that they had ever done it together, and she was whispering in his ear how much she loved the feeling of him in her cunt. She then bit his earlobe and told him to fuck her harder.
Tony knew he couldn’t do it any harder as he would either pass out or die, but he continued, giving it as much as he could.
“Jesus Christ,” yelled Becky, “I’m going to cum again. Honey … wait … please, honey you are going to kill me.”
Suddenly the fantastic feeling began to attack her pussy. She didn’t know what to do, so she held her breath and didn’t move while the utterly senseless, and insane wonderful pain took hold of her stomach, crotch, buttocks and back. Other than the feeling … there was nothing. She couldn’t cum anymore. Tony had fucked her dry.
She lay there in his arms like some very expensive plastic fuck doll, not moving; not speaking; not even breathing hard, as he continued to shove his cock up into her tight hole. When he kissed her neck, bit down on it and sucked hard, there was nothing she could do. She held him tight and came one more time, just as his cock got very hard and unyielding, it began to spew his slippery, thick sperm deep into her cervix.
Although he was breathing like the sixth place finisher in the Los Angeles marathon, she began to kiss him, sucking on his dry tongue. Realizing how dry his mouth felt she allowed some of her saliva to dribble onto his tongue. Still needing the sexual gratification she supplied, Tony sucked on Becky’s tongue and began to lightly scratch her back, down to her tight little ass.
To her it was a wonderful feeling and could allow him to scratch and rub her back all day, with a little intercourse thrown in from time to time. If she had only known in high school; fuck that … in elementary school; kindergarten even, she would have fucked every boy she could have got her hands on.
She now knew that sex was the most important activity with which, any male and female could be involved. No wonder porn is 75% of the Internet. Every little girl needs to try it, and then do it as often as possible. When her girlfriend’s in high school would talk about boys and their “thingy’s”, she would scoff and think to herself,
‘Sure it is that good … like hell.’
Becky knew she would have to look up at least two … no three of her girlfriends and apologize for not believing them when they all sat around the lunch table and attested to the wonders of having a boy between their legs, and nice thick cock in their pussy. That was the graffiti, “FIF” the girls would mark in their bathrooms at school.
“Fucking is fun”.
Becky would go one further, “fucking is fabulous.”