Cora is beautiful, brave and tough. All the qualities to survive a very difficult life.
No one under the age of fourteen has any sex in this series of stories.
THE BALLAD OF CORA: A CHALLENGING LIFE
She was born to a very poor native family constantly on the edge of starvation and homelessness. A beautiful baby who was loved, we suppose, for her pretty eyes and obvious intelligence. But, she was rather shy and retiring in her preteen years and kept mostly to herself.
As she started to develop as a young woman, she attracted the attention of her male relatives. The parents often had parties at their home that involved drugs and alcohol, a lot of it. Many times ones of them would get so high or drunk that they would sleep over. It wasn’t long until one and more of these drunken men began to give attention to the young girl who was long asleep by the time they had gotten high enough for the night.
In the culture of their friends and relatives, it was endured by many to have their daughters molested by these kinds of men. Friends and relatives were held very dear amongst them. They all lived such marginal lives, that sometimes that was practically all that they possessed. Just their friends and relatives.
Cora knew what this was all leading up to. She was a regular girl and looked forward to having a man of her own someday. But, she had no leanings towards being promiscuous, and her culture, except for the circumstances that we have drawn attention to, doesn’t either. Especially, marital fidelity is highly esteemed, at least officially.
The women of her culture tend to be short and stocky of build. She was one of the exceptions, being taller than most of the women and nearly all of the men. And she was, even in her womanly development, slim and graceful with small breasts. She must have gotten that from her part-Filipina mother.
She was worried about what to do about the men, who were with her becoming fourteen were becoming more and more insistent. It was becoming harder and harder to hold them off. Their hands roamed her body, and they pinned her down in bed to force their kisses and caresses on to her. Some of it actually felt good, but it was not from her heart that it was being offered, it was being stolen by men that she hadn’t and would never have any interest with in that way.
She was barely fourteen and not even fully developed when one of them forced his member into her. She shrieked into her pillow, to muffle the sound preventing a showdown with her parents. She might have even become a target for them because of monies owed to the men. The family relied upon ‘fencing’ stolen goods, selling drugs, taking small jobs and loans from anyone stupid enough to actually think that they would get their money back.
Among the qualities that she possessed, was that she was very courageous, enduring and intelligent. So, she laid plans to sidestep these attacks which were becoming more and more frequent. She stayed over with girlfriends when she could. But, this unintentionally brought on more unwelcome attentions from a wider circle of men. She became involved in after school sports. She was a very swift runner, which led to her playing soccer. And she had excellent hand-to-eye coordination and this led her to playing softball very well. This led her to have a more positive feeling about herself and filled up a lot of the time that she would otherwise be fending off men.
However, her undeniable beauty, and continuing body development was just too hard to disguise. Besides the clothing that girls wear these days during their lives tend to spur too early sexual attentions, not delay them. Cora, even in the baggy sweats and hoodies she sometimes wore couldn’t hide her obvious beauty and sexual development from the aggressively seeking males now. Especially the young ones in her age group were getting aggressive with her, too. Some were protective though, especially one a few years older than her.
She had been sweet on him for years, but until she was 15, Phil had taken no note. But, he couldn’t deny her attractiveness now. He began to give her some attention, and she welcomed it from him. He was a ‘bad boy.’ He dealt in drugs, strong arm enforcement and other things that scared other would be rivals from seeking her. He also had a gun. No one of them wanted to test out his resolve concerning it. He was normally very kind and gentle with her, except when he was drinking or ‘high.’ And their relationship soon moved on to fleshly intimacies, which she enjoyed with him.
Her parents weren’t totally enthused about this relationship, since they could make no financial gain on it. He didn’t intimidate well, and kept his money to himself. They knew that her strong will wouldn’t keep them apart either. She was just glad to have just one man to deal with, one that she actually liked.
During her sixteenth year, she got pregnant and she and Phil got married. Since Phil was making regular money, they got along fairly well at first. There was only his habit to pay for, but she soon succumbed to the habit, to share with him and their expenses then outran his ability to make income. They now had to rely on staying with friends and relatives, but this wasn’t working out very well, since their combined drug habits left very little to share with whoever they were staying with. This caused them to circulate amongst any available beds or couches as long as they were suffered to stay at any one location.
One day she was pouring out her heart to her longtime girlfriend, Sybil, about her money woes. She knew that Sybil, who was married and had two children, was working as an escort (a higher class of prostitute.) Cora had no intention of entering this line of work, though. But, when Sybil let her know what the amount of the money that she made regularly was, Cora began to give this deeper thought. She, Phil and her son could certainly use the additional cash. And she wasn’t that enthusiastic about sex anyway. She loved the closeness, but felt that her real love was expressed in other ways to her man. So, since she had been abused by older men since she was quite young, she began to think that she would be able to endure them now, for a price.
By this time, she was now almost nineteen, she knew some about sex. She was experienced in fucking and a little in blowing. But, very little else. So, Sybil began to describe the things that she would have to do to be successful as an escort. Cora said that she would think about it.
A week later, Sybil called and invited Cora to go south to visit native friends on a reservation near Mill City. On the reservation was a casino and hotel of impressive size and popularity. Sometimes Sybil would work the casino, looking for winners or other obviously well-healed men. She would sidle up to them when they won, or they left their machines and tables to offer her condolences and affection. At a cost, of course. They often were so drunk that she got away with doing almost nothing at all, except putting on a strip show or a little blow job, or both. If they wanted and could accomplish full-service (fucking,) no problem. Just put the condom on him and let him bang away while she let her mind drift off on to more pleasant thoughts. Then rush to the bathroom to remove the condom, if it wasn’t already gone and rinse out her pussy and generally clean up. By then the guy was often asleep, or just awake enough to get a little peck on the cheek as she left with her earnings. And any tips that her begging and woeful stories could engender.
Cora had left her baby with her parents and told her husband that she was going down to the 80 mile away reservation to visit friends. Phil was very busy in his ‘business’ and so made no complaint. So, off she went with Sybil on an adventure.
They did actually visit their friends and relatives there. Cora also met again a longtime friend that she had always liked. No hint of improper attentions had ever come from him. She might have married him, except for her pregnancy and his distant home. Because of their poverty, even a drive that far was a real luxury.
The first night, however, Sybil excused herself from Cora’s company and walked to the casino that was just a couple of miles away. When she arrived back home late that night, as she crawled into bed with Cora, she showed her the amount of money that she had made in one evening. Over $500 dollars. Cora’s eyes got very big, and she thought deeply about all of this as she dozed off to sleep.
When Cora woke up in the morning, the rest of the house was still asleep or indulged in things that left her and Sybil alone. Sybil was cuddled up to her and her arms were holding her tight. Marilyn knew what this meant and so surrendered to Sybil’s hands as they sought and caressed her sensitive places. Soon, they were kissing each other, caressing each other’s breasts, and then using each other’s mouths on the other’s pussy to create a mutual climax. Which they succeeded in accomplishing.
When they came down from their sensual high, they were again cuddled together and whispering into each other’s ears.
“How do you feel this morning, Cora?”
“Well, my love, after that I feel very well loved and relaxed!”
Sybil laughed and said, “Yeah, me too. Nothing like a morning love-in to start the day.” “And did you think about what I have told you about how to make more money for your family?”
“Yes, it is wandering around in my mind. I am finding that I don’t mind the thought of it as much as I thought that I would. I have had men molesting my body since I was little more than fourteen years old.”
Sybil looked over at her with a sad expression, “They started on me when I was only fourteen, too.”
“They started fucking you when you were fourteen years old,” Marilyn said with outrage and seething anger?
“No, they waited until I was fifteen for that. By then, I just gave up trying to prevent it. I was so glad to marry and only have to satisfy one man, that I agreed to do so at the age of fifteen as you know. And despite his faults, he is much more considerate of me in that regard than they were.”
“Yes, Phil usually treats me much better than the other guys did, also.”
“Well, what about my profession? Are you interested?”
“Could you tell me what is usually involved?”
“Okay. The dates are usually of these kinds:
1.Blow and Go- This involves a blow job to completion, and is usually $60. It can be done in a car or at your place of business. It isn’t enough to justify going to his, unless he offers you more.
2.HH (half an hour)- This usually involves full-service (fucking) with a blow job and maybe a little else. It is usually $100 to $160, depending on what he wants.
3.Hour- This is often a full menu offering including kissing, cuddling, caressing, oral given and received, 69 (mutual oral at same time) and fucking in various positions. This usually runs about $200.
4.All Nite- Same as Hour, except for an expanded menu adding shared showers, massage, role plays (acting out sexy little dramas) and greek (anal.) We ask for $1000 or more for eight to twelve hours, but usually settle for three times our hourly rate, unless we just really don’t like the guy.”
There are some very strongly entrenched rules among us: Never fall in love with your client, never do full-service for less than $100, do oral only with condoms (unless you really trust the guy,) never do full-service without a condom and get the money in advance. Also, run if you see any indications of danger whether you got the money or not; and never go on a boat with a client.”
“That is a lot to remember. What if I forget some of that? It sounds like it is all very important.”
“The best way to handle that is to work as a team at first. Some guys really like to be with two women at a time, and it serves as a protection, too. It can also make things a lot more fun. And the guys tend to be on their best behavior when there is more than one escort present. If you want, you can come with me tonight and see how I work and join in if you decide to do so. If you do, you will also make a little money to start with, until you get the hang of it.”
“How should I prepare myself to come with you, tonight?”
“You need to shower just a little while before we leave. But, don’t scrub your pussy so much that it has no smell or taste. The guys just go wild over a woman’s pussy and smell if it is clean, but not antiseptic. Do your hair up, wear modest eye makeup, bright but not garish lipstick, sexy but not slutty clothes and especially sexy panties. The sexy panties make your pussy special to those who might get to see and enjoy it. It is like bright ribbons on a Christmas gift.”
“Will the guys like me?”
“Are you kidding? Of course they will, if you just let yourself show through, be affectionate and cater to them. Find ways to compliment them. They especially like to have their penis complimented at the appropriate time, that is when it is a matter of your oral concern, or it is about to enter you. You are very lovely, Cora. I have always adored you. They will too. Oh, and I will show you a trick on putting the condom onto the guy. It makes sure it gets on, and by doing it with your mouth it takes the sting out of them having to wear it.”
“Is that all?”
“That is a lot, but also hold their arm, when they are officially with you. Don’t let them get started on anything private until you are in private surroundings. Don’t let them talk you into doing anything that you don’t want to do no matter what they might offer. Promised tips tend to disappear when they get what they want. You can always let them know if you want to widen your menu with them.”
“Oh, also Cora, learn to do a few things very well. Like blow-jobs. That will really impress them, as they feel terrific to the guy. It is all how these things are presented to the guy, not so much how many different things you do that makes the difference. And Honey, we tend to enjoy the most the things that we are best at. That goes for this business as well as any other.”
“Well, what do we do until we prepare to leave?”
“What we always do with our friends. I will let you know when it is time to get ready. We will probably have to walk, since the guys sense what we are going to do, and don’t want it rubbed in their faces or help us in doing it. Just relax until then.”
The day passed along and the time came for them to prepare themselves. They joined together in the small bathroom and got real busy. They had to control themselves as they showered together to conserve the hot water, and dressed ‘to kill’ for the night. They were too busy when putting on their makeup and doing their hair to even notice each other. When it was time to leave, they snuck out the back door to not make it obvious what was going on. And they walked the mile and a half to the casino and entered the bright lights.
The security officers noticed them right away, but since they had brought a little money to play the slots, they soon moved on to other concerns. Cora and Sybil drug out the play on the slots, to await their opportunities. Soon, Sybil noticed some guys at the Black Jack tables with a lot of chips in front of them. She asked Cora to just melt into the crowd, avoid Security and wait for her signal to join her.
With the few dollars that Cora had, she went to the vending machines and bought a snack to enjoy, while she watched Sybil at work.
Sybil, sidled up to the guys with the most chips and watched them for a few minutes. She sized up the most likely guy there, he was about sixty-two she guessed and had a mountain of chips in front of him. She leaned up against him and asked him if he would play a bet for her. He said, “Sure,” and doubled his bet for that hand. He bet $50 for the both of them and conveniently forgot to ask her for her share. They ‘Black Jacked,’ and he shared the winnings with her. Then he asked if she would like a drink, which she readily accepted.
As they walked away from the table, he offered that he was getting very drunk, and would be staying over. A pregnant pause ensued. He moved to the Cashier’s Booth and cashed in his chips. Then they went for a night cap for him.
After a few minutes at the bar he looked at her and asked her if she would like to spend the evening with him. She said that that was possible, but that she charged for that. He said that that was okay, but did she have a friend to join in. Sybil smiled and said that she did and pointed her out to him. ‘John’ smiled and Sybil motioned for Cora to join her. They were introduced and then left the bar with the drinks barely touched.
When they got to his room, he told them that he was very tired and drunk, so what he would like would be for the two of them to play with each other, and that he might join in for a bit and then asked that they give him a blow before he fell asleep. They asked for their contribution towards their educations, Ahem, and he gave each of them $200.
So, Sybil took the lead and Cora followed with them each doing a lightly sensual strip tease and then a little standing cuddling and kissing. Soon they were naked on the bed kissing and sucking on each other. ‘John’ was sitting in his easy chair watching the goings-on. He stood up and brought up his dick to Sybil’s rear end area while she was sucking on Cora’s pussy, and then joined in again when Cora and Sybil changed places.
After a bit of this, the two girls stood up and guided ‘John’ back on the bed with his trousers and shorts off. They began to play with his cock with their hands and mouths, trading off back and forth between them until he came very forcefully into Sybil’s mouth. Sybil dashed to the bathroom and left Cora to use a towel to clean ‘John” up. By now he was almost asleep, or passed out, hard to tell which. And as Sybil came out of the bathroom, he pointed at the stack of cash on the table and told them to take it all. He then rolled over and fell asleep, leaving them to dress and leave.
Sybil said that since they had made such a big score, they should leave to not let Security see too much of them at a time. While they were walking back to their place of rest for that night, Sybil counted the bundle of money from the stack that he gave them, and with the $200 each that they had each already received, the total was $1700. Since Sybil was the instructor here, she divided it up so that she got $1000 total and Cora got $700 total. They decided on a place to hide it, so that nosy faces wouldn’t find it while they slept.
Cora knew that she needed to return to her baby the next day, so she hired one of the guys to take her home while Sybil stayed behind. When she got home, she gave a little to her parents for watching the baby, but didn’t let on to how much she had made. And when her husband was told, she shared with him, but held back some of it for her own use without letting him know, either.
Cora thought deeply about all of this over the next few days, and when Sybil invited her to go south with her again she readily agreed. Phil made no complaint over this, although he was somewhat aware of what was going on. He really wanted Cora for himself, but understood the importance of added income to their situation. So, the two gals left to go south ‘on business.’
This time proceeded like the first one, although one of the guys they met with insisted on anal full-service with the both of them. Cora was still somewhat uncomfortable about this, but bravely met the guy’s needs. When the night was finished and they had divided the earnings, Sybil invited Cora to go to Las Vegas with her and get more experience and money on the trip. Cora stalled only briefly and then agreed. Phil made very little complaint.
After being in Las Vegas for a couple of weeks, which was only modestly successful, Cora began to miss her son very much. And she was getting tired of the unequal division of funds received. So she caught a bus home and left Sybil behind alone.
When she got home, she shared some of the funds with her parents for watching her son and with her husband for his needs. She hid some to be able to manage her future activities. Phil wasn’t happy about her continuing in this activity, but was wearing down, since he was unable to replace the income she was providing, if she would quit.
So Mari, as Cora began to call herself, started to lay out her plans. To find customers she decided to do so in ways that would be very unlikely to bring her to the attention of the authorities. This is called being an ‘under the radar provider.’ She mined the pages of Craigslist Personal Ads to find older men that she could attract and manipulate to her financial benefit. She imagined that the older men would be easier to manage. So, she would answer their pleas in their ads for attention and companionship, and gauge the responses to identify those that would be useful to her. Then she would make a date and gather in the contributions. While Phil despised this activity, he very much enjoyed the added income, and also Mari’s new outfits and skills which she shared with him.
Anyway, to my situation after my catastrophic divorce hearing. It was a couple of weeks later and I was just stuck in a very deep depressional funk. Just sitting in my apartment’s living room and being inert. I decided that I needed some company and posted an AD in the Escorts section of Craigslist asking for a visit. I was smart enough to not openly list what I wanted. I only asked for a ‘friendly affection private visit of an attractive young lady to relieve my loneliness.’ This was posted at about ten in the morning. It gave me something hopeful to fill my mind with as I awaited a response, instead of the deep funk that I had been in for days.
I took until about three in the afternoon to receive a response. A lady that I had never heard about returned my posting offering to ‘fill the emptiness in my heart.’ She sent a couple of pictures of herself that showed a young Native American woman who was lovely and looked harmless. I bit and made arrangements to meet her. It involved me meeting her a couple of blocks walking distance from my abode to protect my address until I was sure that I wanted to see her. She was driving from about 45 miles away, so I promised to at least cover her gas expense no matter what happened. Evidently, she offered a reduced basic rate for her services because of her racial background. I have never come to grips with that kind of discrimination and split the difference with her. Later, after a few visits, I began to render the full usual rate for her attentions.
It took a while for her to get her transportation and other affairs in order to come and see me. And even then it was almost an hour drive to get to me. I awaited her call to tell me she was near to the neighborhood and then I walked to the area of meeting and took my place on the bus bench. It was after the buses were off line. She pulled into the parking lot of the store behind me and awaited my contact. She had guessed that the guy sitting on the bench was me. She had expected me to be in a vehicle. I had done nothing to discourage this thought in her mind to cover my tracks if I found it necessary to leave the scene.
But, there seemed to be nothing amiss, like lurking L.E. or pimps. So, I approached the car and she rolled down the window. Much to my surprise, the window opening revealed a truly beautiful young lady. Much more pretty than her pictures. She was well-spoken and very much business like. I was highly impressed and asked for her to drive us to my apartment.
Cora shifted her things around and I got into the car and we moved on to my apartment. We got out and walked up to the door, with each of us taking the other’s measure. She measured up just fine for me. I was hoping that I wasn’t disappointing to her. No indication of that was evident.
When we got into my apartment, she excused herself to use my bathroom. I sat at my computer awaiting what would happen. After several minutes she came out of the bathroom and stood across the room and addressed me, “I have had several encounters where I was dismissed because I am Native American. So, if I am not acceptable, I will leave now.” All said in a very respectful voice at low volume with lowered eyes.
I was just stunned. And asked with an incredulous voice, “You mean to tell me that guys have refused to be with you because you are Native American???”
“Yes, that is true. It has happened several times!!!”
In a voice that dripped with undisguised venom for such a stupid attitude, I said: “You will have no such trouble with me. You are gorgeous and I have nothing against Native Americans or any other ethnic group. In fact my father recently told me that I am one quarter Native American myself. I don’t know if it is true, but if it is I would be very proud of it.”
She noticeably relaxed with that pronouncement from me. Smiled and came to give me a little hug and a sweet kiss on my forehead.
I then guided her to take a seat on my right-hand leg while I showed her something of interest to me on my computer. She gladly acceded to my request. As I pursued the topic under discussion, I stopped and asked her to strip down to her bra and panties. She readily followed through with that. And what a vision of loveliness she was. Light brown skin. Coal-black hair down to the waist in the back. Bright brown eyes with just a hint of makeup to highlight them. Late teenage year’s puffy lips. Small and perky breasts hidden in a sexy bra. And a slim body tapering down to the kind of small hips that I love. What a vision of loveliness she was that night. How in the hell could anyone turn her down I was amazed to think???
After a few minute more, I asked her to take off the bra and panties. With no hesitation at all she did so, saying “But, of course. To please you.” And she then settled back down on my leg to continue the conversation on the topic of mutual interest and discussion. [Years later she told me how impressed with me she was because I pursued her in an intellectual manner first, even though I was also admiring her body at the same time.] And admiring her hidden private self was certainly also on my mind. I think that she was afraid that I would be disappointed by her A cup breasts, that appeared to be bigger in her bra. But, not so. They were so cute and by this time the nipples were arisen to hardness.
I could feel just the barest amount of moisture on my leg coming from her nether regions. And she knew now that it was time to move things along. So, she stood up and took my hand leading me into my bedroom. She proceeded to remove my clothing and guide me to hug and caress her while she was laying on her back. I thought that I had died and gone to heaven to have this gorgeous young woman with me there. She evaded me kissing her mouth and sent me to use my mouth on the other dear parts of her body. She was also very sensitive on her breasts, so I didn’t linger there, but moved to my favorite area, her pussy.
She obviously enjoyed that, and her vagina was soon leaking her feminine liquid profusely. She tasted so very good to me and she was very impressed at my enjoyment of her womanly cum. She was also getting very excited herself. I asked for 69 and she guided me to lay down on my back and she positioned herself above me to have our fun. She still tasted very good, and was using her mouth to excite my dick to steel hardness.
She soon after that, guided me to sitting down and then kneeled on the floor. She took a condom and positioned it over my dick and then guided it home with her mouth. I nearly lost it there right then. She was very adept at timing things and asked me to take my station over her for entry time. I gladly complied with this and then she helped to guide my fully engorged member into her very small and tight hole. Other than her oral on me, I can’t imagine anything that would feel better that that felt. My member was ensconced into a warm, wet, tight and pulsating home. One that it would never want to leave. My thrusting movements, with her legs pulled together and with me on top was igniting her clit to attention. As wonderful smelling and feeling moisture was being produced, I just went into auto mode and she soon climaxed to both of our delight.
I didn’t cum this time, but I was not in the least disappointed.
After we left the bedroom, we entered the kitchen to find something to snack on. After some thought, she only opened an unopened can of root beer for herself. And then we wondered into the living room and the full length mirror on the closet came under our attentions. We wandered up to it and with her in front of me with one arm over her breasts and the other hand over her pussy, I put my face down on her shoulder and peered at her in the mirror. It was one of the signature moments of my life.
I then passed on to her the contribution, she remained undressed very deliberately to extend my enjoyment of our little time together. She told me how much she had enjoyed our sensual communion, and how she felt some kind of connection with me, despite our many differences. I told her that I had definitely felt that, too.
She wanted to know if I wanted to see her again and I replied definitely. With my attitude and manner about her she immediately recognized that I was in deep obsession with her and she decided to exploit this a bit.
So, as we sat naked after making love and discussed general issues in the ‘hobby,’ I mentioned the danger of seeing guys on boats. This had already been relayed to her by Sybil, but to make me feel good, she pretended to have heard this for the first time and thanked me for the suggestion. She then ‘primed the pump,’ by suggesting that she needed help with the costs of her education. The monies already donated that evening would help her to care for her son, but leave no monies left to pay for her next educational payment.
I offered to provide another $150 without her having to do anything the next week. She agreed to stop by to get the aid and deeply thanked me for the thought. She then slowly and purposely dressed to leave and gave me a great big kiss to seal the best feelings of the night.
As the days went by, I began to regret that I had promised the funds to her without any play. There was no way that I would back out, but I gradually moved to the conclusion that I would see if I could maneuver her into sharing that sweet pussy with me again.
On the evening that she arrived, she came up to my apartment dressed very nicely in pressed black slacks and the rest to match. I invited her in and we sat down at the table again. After a few minutes, she mentioned that she was expected elsewhere that evening and needed to move on. Could I donate the funds for her education and then she could get on with her other obligations? I decided to make one last-ditch effort and stood to lift her up into my arms.
She was thinking, “Oh Shit, what now? Does he expect to be serviced again after promising to donate without it?” “Well, I will play along until I can make my escape, with the funds,” She thought.
She stood up and returned my hugs and a few kisses. It was rather pleasant after all. I asked her to come into the bedroom and show me her panties. She rolled her eyes, not that I could see it, and moved onto the bed laying back with her feet over the edge and pulled her slacks down so that I could see her undeniably cute black triangle panties. I leaned down to finger them and then to move them aside so that I could suck and kiss her pussy.
Giving me a few minutes of that, she decided that that was enough and asked to go to her car and put away the cash. Then she would return for more fun. I gave over the cash and knew what would follow. Surely as I expected, she got into the car and drove off. She wouldn’t answer my emails or phone calls for weeks afterwards, until I finally gave up and moved on to other interests.
A few months later he got an email from her apologizing for having left so abruptly and asking if they couldn’t make up and see each other again. He responded very enthusiastically and they made another date. This time he would keep any promises that he made to her, he offered and she said the same. She said that she had another appointment while she was in the neighborhood and that she would see him, including sharing an intimate shower together when she got there after the other date.
O.M. asked if perhaps he could get a reduced rate as he was short on funds, if he took her to the other date and then transported her back to his place for their following date. It would save her money, and help to secure her safety. She asked how much, and he said 25% and she agreed. So, when she arrived, she moved to his car and they gabbed as they drove to her other appointment. When she went in, she texted him that she was safe and to come back in 75 minutes to get her. It lasted just a little longer and she came to his car, entered and cuddled up to him for the trip to his apartment. She even played with his cock with her hands as he politely requested. Seemed to enjoy it, too.
When they got to his apartment, she quickly undressed and helped him to undress. They entered the shower together and she moved on quickly with the shower, allowing him a brief time to suckle up to her pussy from his knees while she was standing under the comforting spray of the hot water. After they dried off, she immediately maneuvered him into the bedroom and played with him delightfully again, giving him still the covered B.J. but also with a little more kissing. After close to an hour she let him know that she needed to go and so he gave her the agreed upon offering. She hugged him and kissed him very energetically as she left, and answered a few of his emails over the next few weeks. None of his phone calls, though.
He then got an urgent email informing him that due to health issues with her son, she would need help at the turn of the year, six months away, for her books at college. And asked if he could help with this. O.M. responded that he would think about it. And asked if she would like to join him on a trip to enjoy the Puyallup Fair that fall for the day. It is a three hour drive from where he lived and would require a full day to accomplish. He would also book an hour date with her, too. She hesitated for an hour or so and then said that she would let him know the week before this was to happen. He said that that would be okay.
Before that date, however, she called him in the middle of the night and informed him that she was trapped in a bad situation, and would he please come to get her? As he shook the sleep out of his eyes, he decided to help her and said that he would be there a.s.a.p. When he arrived, she seemed very upset and she leaned on his shoulder and let out a few tears. She then excused herself and asked him to take her to a lady friend of hers for a few minutes and return her to the place of pick-up. On the way O.M. got a flat tire, and she watched bemused as he changed it. They then moved on to accomplish the requested mission. After that he, returned her home in a much better mood. He asked nothing of her that time, but kept notice of how things were going on. After all, the ‘all day’ date in a couple of weeks deserved some favors for her. She gave him a light kiss and dashed out of his car. He returned to his apartment to get whatever sleep might be available for him until he had to get up in the morning for his job.
Then in another week she asked for another transportation favor. O.M. informed her that the favors were mounting up and that she would have to start returning them in his favorite way if she wanted them to continue. Upon the next such favor, he requested that she play with his dick while he was driving, and for him to be able to play with her pussy for a short time when they arrived. She asked that they park out of sight of her destination and she pulled down her pants and allowed him to briefly play and suckle on it.
During the next favor, she informed him of another older man who was very generous to her in favors given and monies offered. And low and behold, he asked for no sexual favors in return. O.M. could see what this was about and informed her, that she should be asking him to help her then. Because, he totally believed that such favors should be reciprocal so that neither is taken advantage of. She said that regrettably her other friend had died. O.M. thought, “Perhaps he died of ‘blue balls’ from wanting her so much and her refusing that loving service.”
Things were a little stiff between them then, but all changed again on the Puyallup Fair date. They had a wonderful time together in bed and then showered and travelled to the Fair and had a great time there, too. He was so proud to have her on his arm. The guys admired him and her, the ladies (except for a few that smiled) were very negative towards them. As if they could see Mari and O.M. in bed fucking each other. “What business does a young thing like her does she have with an old man like him?” “Well, for starters, she needs the money and I need her young body. So, What!” Mari and O.M. didn’t let it bother them in the least. They just totally enjoyed their day together and the drive back, too.
When she emailed next, she asked if he could see her up at Big City, nearer to her home. It was still a couple of months till the $600 aid for her books to be due. So, he said that he would come up to see her and for the first time, she guided him to where she lived. After her going up first, she led him up to the apartment that she shared with her parents and siblings. The siblings were in school at that time, but the parents were in their bedroom amusing themselves, he guessed. She led him to her sister’s bedroom to play, but he was not comfortable with that, so they went to the couch in the living room. She assured him that her parents wouldn’t bother them, so he began to kiss and caress her. She lifted her blouse and lowered her pants so that he could get to the fun parts and he gave them both his oral attentions. Then she pulled his pants part of the way down and did the same for him.
At that point he heard a slight noise, but from his vantage point saw nothing. She laid back onto the couch and encouraged him to enter her, but O.M. was more interested in 69 at this point, and so she granted that. It lasted for more than a few minutes and then she indicated that they needed to press on, so she guided him to lay on top of her and put his penis inside of her. She encouraged him to get-it-on and to actively fuck her. She closed her legs, so she would get the added stimulation to her clit. She was moaning loudly and then he came deeply into her pussy and after getting his breath pulled out. It wasn’t until then that he realized that he didn’t have a condom on. She had never allowed that before. And he didn’t want to discourage this advancement in their sexual relationship by bringing it up, either. She lifted herself and grabbed a towel that she evidently had placed for just this purpose, to wipe off her pussy and his dick so that they could rearrange their clothing. Her parents seemed to know just the right time to come in and introduce themselves. What brass! But, then he showed some, too. He was beginning to get a read on what all of this was about. He was getting the fucking that he wanted, so he wasn’t going to rock the boat at this point. So, O.M. hugged and kissed her right in front of her parents and took his leave. He drove off stunned at the events that had just transpired.
From this point on, he saw her only in the vicinity of her home. Since, O.M. wasn’t keen on repeating the last experience, they settled on a code to indicate what would transpire when he came to see her based on what donation he had available at that time. If it was to be only a B.J. (which she was now giving bare) it was called a Cornwall. If it was to be a Blow-on-the-go, it was called a Samish. If it was to be full service, it was called a Park-and-Ride. This was so that anyone who heard their conversations wouldn’t know what was going on.
However, the next time she invited him to share with her, she had meeting at her parent’s home again. This was a no-go for Marvin, since he had been so nervous the first time. So, they settled on a date near the casino out in the high reeds across the street. It had a very narrow road out deep into it and a person could not be seen there at all. So, they settled in and with a sense of hurry, she was soon naked across the bench seat of his older sedan. He sitting in the driver’s seat had a direct view of her pussy and clit. She had one that was pronounced and inflated when she was aroused. He thought that it was one of the cutest things that he had ever seen.
So, he removed his trousers and shorts and moved over to take her right there with few preliminaries. And after enjoying the voyage into her for several minutes got the bright idea of taking a blanket from the back seat and moving her to be splayed over the hood for him to impale her there. She thought it over for a few minutes and said that that could be a lot of fun. After all we each had experienced a number of sexual things for the first time with each other.
So, I moved to open the door for us to move outside and as it opened she let out a shriek, “Mosquitos………..on the windows……. !”
So, I hurried and closed the door to have allowed only a few of them in and they right away came at us to bite us, but we flailed away at them and got very few bites, but did get hiccups and choking laughter over this. And the sight of her jumping titties and flexing belly and pussy was enough to satisfy me for this time. After that we dubbed the blanket that we were going to spread on the hood, as the ‘mosquito blanket’ to our laughter every time we thought of it.
The first B.J. only was conducted at a parking lot south of downtown Big City that was dark and unnoticed. She was dressed very boyish, but when she began working on him as he sat in the car, he hardly noticed that. She lifted her sweatshirt and lowered her baggy pants, so that he could enjoy himself as she worked energetically on him. This was much more business-like than it had ever been between them before. She was getting O.M. close but not over the top, so he insisted that she suck very had on him on her out strokes and soon that worked very well. He emptied himself into her mouth, which was unexpected to her. She was irritated and asked to go to a nightclub where she could take care of that. After that she asked to be left off elsewhere in town.
The next time he wanted the Park-n-Ride, named after the location of their fun. Not to mention the main activity he would enjoy when they got there. When they arrived, he had her pull up her blouse and take off her pants and panties. No one could see them there, even in broad daylight. She first worked on him bare back and then leaned over the front seat in the low spot in the middle of the front bench seat and lowered her head into the back seat with her rear elevated for his use. His already hardened dick sought out her pussy from behind and entered her. After a few minutes, he got very excited, her too, and he then came totally and deeply into her vagina. When he backed out, it drained right down her legs before she could even wipe it away. She did manage that a little afterward and then proceeded to give him a B.J. as requested to fill out the remaining time between them. Again she got a big taste of him, and some of her too. She didn’t seem to mind it at all.
A few more weeks and she got the $600 as promised, and O.M. didn’t even ask for anything for it as he had promised. He then didn’t hear from her for a couple of months, despite his repeated emails and phone calls.
Then he got a frantic phone call from her, to come and pick here up in the neighboring town at the 7-11. No explanation, just ‘come and pick me up.’ When he got there, she was sitting out in front with what looked like all of the things she had to her name. She got into the car and explained that she was due to go off to treatment in a couple of days. She had lost the custody of her son, and she and her husband were getting divorced. She was very sad about all of this and cried softly with her head crouched against her passenger side window. O.M. didn’t have any idea of what to say, and so for once he just kept quiet except for an occasional word of comfort to her.
When she got to his place she informed him that she needed to stay with him for the next couple of days. His landlord was very strict about these things, but since O.M. caused no trouble and always paid his rent on time, he thought that up to two weeks would be no trouble.
They settled in for the wait for her transport and then the day to go kept on being advanced. O.M. was getting very suspicious of what was going on. Mari was upping the ante on their sexual relationship allowing him things that she had never allowed before. This was evidently to allay his suspicions and concern about the landlord. She was allowing him Greek, deeper kissing and Blow Jobs on the run among other things. This was all very pleasing to O.M. of course. And she was being very polite and even cooked a couple of meals.
It eventually became apparent that she had no intention of leaving. The trip to get treatment was just a cover-up for her to get in to his place. O.M. had to face up to this and let her know that she would have to find another place to stay. This completely changed the feelings between him. Gone was the polite little girl and now came the frantic ‘bitch’ like he had never seen before. However, she did find somewhere to stay and he took her there. It was all very sad, because O.M. really did want her to stay, it just wasn’t possible.
He happened to see her at the bus station in Big City (while on his job) and stopped to see how she was and to say hello. As he stepped out of the car, she rushed up and gave him a very big kiss and asked if he had any cash he could share. He said yes out of no small guilt over how things had proceeded the last time they had been together. Then she suggested that she would like to come down to his apartment and spend the night, giving him all the things that he liked. This sounded sort of ‘fishy’ but he decided to give it a try. He lent her his spare key, so that she could arrive while he was at work. And she looked shyly at him and reminded him of the things that he liked that she would share with him.
He had a very bad feeling about this and when he got home, sure enough his valuable musical instrument, his computer and his 40 inch flat screen T.V. were gone. He later found out that she had left with friends to a neighboring state and gotten in trouble there. She called him and asked for him to send her money. He did this four times over the next few years and she always came through when she came back. He had told her that the first time she didn’t reciprocate, he would never do it again. She promised to make up for the things taken, but she never did. The promises over the wired monies were pretty much the only that she ever dependably kept.
Over the next few years she repeatedly tried to get back into his good graces. Efforts were made, but the positive relationship of former times was gone. He had just become another of the guys for her to ‘scam,’ and she did so several times until he could not stand it anymore. And also, he wanted to just remember the good times and escape any more of the drama and hurt identified with being with her. He finally wrote her a letter and said a firm goodbye.
The thing is that O.M. will actually love her till the day he dies, despite all of the bad things that happened between them. Some might say that it is because of the fine sex he shared with such a lovely young girl. And make no mistake, it is a factor. But, the more important reason is that he felt some kind of connection with her that he had never felt with anyone in his life. He would always regret his share in killing the relationship that could have been. And he wished her some kind of happiness in the future.
Of course, things ignited a few months later, but she now had a regular boyfriend and he was very jealous.
LITTLE SISTER HELPS:
Marvin is sitting on his couch in his very comfortable condo watching the misery and horror reflected by much of the news portrayed on T.V. He tries and mostly succeeds in not being driven down in mood too much by it all. Being in his early seventies, of fine health and stable circumstances; he has much to be very grateful for. Like the weekly visits by his long-time lover who happens to be of Native American extraction and a lovely young bed mate, too. She should be coming by tomorrow, if his memory serves him right. He will have several things to take care of before her arrival to maximize her enjoyment of the festivities.
All of a sudden his attention is directed to his front door. He hears a rapping on it. ‘Rap………rap……….rap, rap, rap…..’ Since he is dressed very comfortably for the rather hot weather that is in his short khaki pants and nothing else, he decides to delay opening the door until he is more presentable. “Just a minute please,” he announces to the door.
As he puts on a shirt to cover his mature and ample chest and belly, he wonders to himself, “I wonder if this is Andrew, Cora’s honorary native husband?” He leaves his shoes off, since he doesn’t feel that he has to explain his manner of dress in his own home to an unannounced visitor.
Marvin really doesn’t want another faceoff with this jealous man. Especially since he had been posted by the local police to not return to within 500 feet of his residence after a previous encounter between them. The officer involved agreed with O.M. that Cora could go anywhere she wanted and visit anyone she cared to without Andrew’s permission or interference. It appeared that he knew what was really between Marvin and Cora, and favored Andrew’s side of the issue, however as far as the law was involved, Andrew was totally in the wrong.
Besides, O.M. sort of liked the young fellow and wanted no part of hurting this young native man. He just wanted him to stay away from him. And, it wasn’t up to Marvin to arrange for Cora’s visits anyway, since he had no way to communicate with her. She would just call him with a hidden number from her cell phone to his and inform him that she was coming. He rarely vetoed that, except if he had no assistance for her. And despite the nature of things between her and him, he was totally enraptured with her. And he just didn’t have the will to tell her no under most circumstances. And as you should have guessed, I am Marvin (O.M.)
After the confrontation resulting in the No Trespass order against him, Andrew kept coming back and bothering me. Finally, he got so bold as to kick in my front door and invade my apartment to try to find her here. Actually, she wasn’t here even one of the dozen times he came looking for her. Upon the break-in, I didn’t have it in my heart to send him straight to jail and appealed to him to stay away, since my patience was used up with him. He portrayed himself as remorseful (probably was at least to some extent) and promised to pay to replace the broken door, but I asked for him to do so or merely stay away from me. He showed up another couple of times and then stayed away for a long time. He never did pay for the door.
Over the following months, he spent a number of times in jail for various offenses and in treatment for drug addiction, too. I got to see a lot of Cora during that time. I never felt any guilt over all of this, since she had been my regular lover for some time before she began a relationship with him. Besides, he was very irresponsible about helping to financially support the two of them. His idea of a regular job to take care of her, which he often promised that he would do for her to keep me from feeling like I had to help her (which meant seeing her,) was a flurry of petty crimes for money. He didn’t have a whole lot of luck in these endeavors because he was caught a number of times.
She soon after the break-in became pregnant and during the months as Andrew was in and out of jail and treatment, she spent some very well appreciated time with me. She was typical of pregnant ladies: calmer, more serious and incredibly beautiful. She then produced a truly beautiful baby girl, who looks a lot like him. They did extremely well on this project!!! I didn’t see her for a long time after this. Lately we have seen each other a few very appreciated times.
So, ‘Who is at the door?’ I asked myself.
As I approached the door which had no viewing port, I asked, “Who is it, please?”
“It is Simone, Mister Oldman.”
“Simone,” I asked?
“Yes Simone, Cora’s sister!”
“Okay, just a minute.”
As I fiddled with the door to open it, I was thinking: ‘Why would she be visiting me?’
You see, she is a dear young lady about nine years younger than Cora and she has never liked me. Not virulently, just a mild case of maidenly reserve and distaste when I was in her presence.
Oh well, I guess I might just find out if I open the door and confer with her.
When I opened the door, I addressed her and said, “Hello, Simone. To what purpose are you visiting me?” I said this with wrinkled brow and squinted eyes to make the point that I was puzzled over her appearance at my door.
She looked me in the eye and responded, “May I come in? And then I will share my purpose in being here to you.” This was said in a mood-neutral manner, without the slightest fear in her voice or face. So, I said, “Okay.” And guided her into my condo and to the very comfortable over-stuffed rocking chair that I reserve for all of the fine ladies that visit me.
She settled into the chair and looked up to me with appreciative eyes. So, I asked if she might like something to drink. I offered iced water, root beer or Pepsi of the diet or regular variety. I don’t drink coffee or tea and rarely have anything alcoholic in my home. She advised me that she would favor an iced water in an iced glass, which she evidently knew of from her sister Cora. At this I was beginning to wonder what else she knew about me from that source.
After tending to her needs, I moved to my love seat (mini-couch) and settled in to see what this was all about.
Since she had initiated this meeting, I waited for her to start the conversation. After all, she had never carried on a conversation with me before and at this point I had no idea of what was her aim in her coming here today.
She just sat in the rocking chair, fidgeting and staring at her feet which were stretched out as far as they would reach and busy with a slight upward and downward dance. Her hands were tightly gripped on the glass containing the ice cold water, which she sipped on several times while she evidently considered what she was going to say or perhaps more accurately, how she was going to say it. I would have thought that she had thought this out in advance, because it took some effort on her part to arrive at my home. Maybe she did and was reconsidering her presence and her plans for seeing me.
I was very patient with her, since I thought that she was 16 the last time I saw her, about 18 now. And I tend to be very kindly with women folk anyway, unless they are trying to scam me, then I become very noisy but never adversely physical. Finally, after several minutes of quiet, she seemed to shake her shoulders a little, moved her eyes to the taking in of my face and cleared her throat.
She with only the slightest quaver in her voice, “I guess you are wondering why I am here?”
“Yes, I am curious about that. Although it is very nice to see you again.”
“Thank you for that.”
She continued, “It is about you and Cora.” And then she watched me expectantly for my reaction.
There was no noticeable one. After all, I am seventy years old and very experienced in protecting myself in any conversation. So, I waited for her to continue her address to me, evidently one of considerable concern to her.
“Are you going to say anything to me?”
“Why would I, Simone? You come to my home and introduce a topic that I have no intention of discussing with you and then try to spur me to some kind of revealing conversation about the subject at hand. It is up to you, young lady to lay out what your concern is over this subject. You are not going to trick me into revealing anything that I don’t want to reveal on any topic. I have considerably more experience in these matters than you.” I smiled then to her to show her that I bore her no ill tidings about this.
She considered me for a few moments and then directly said, “It is about your relationship with her. And especially that relationship lately.”
I sat up straighter on the couch, turned my body to address her directly and firmness as I looked into her eyes related the following, “Simone, you and your family have known that she and I have had a relationship in the past. At one time, I was welcome in your home and knew you, your dad, mother and brother. That friendly relationship died some time ago because of some very unkind things Cora and your parents did to me. I am fine now, but am wary of ever coming under their influence again. This includes Cora. Your insinuations about the present are uncalled for and unwelcome.”
Though she knew most of this already and was there when much of it was done, she acted very stunned by my recitation. Her eyes first got very big and then they reduced in size to a squint that she directed straight at me. “I know most of that and I am not proud of what they did to you. But, you acted like you deserved it.”
“You mean that you think that I deserved being robbed several times by them because I loved your sister and treated your parents with respect?”
“No, not because of that. But because you kept coming back, even after they did these things. And because you were so much older than her.”
“So, you believe the victim is to blame. I never ever did anything like that to either Cora or your folks. And I came back, because I wanted to forgive them, if they would only apologize and begin to treat me better. But, that never happened except when they were trying to set me up for another fall. And eventually I became very resistant of their maneuverings.”
I paused for a few minutes and then continued, “As to my age, I am totally cognizant of that. My mind knows that I am too old for her, but my heart knows no such thing. I love her to the depths of my heart and will do so forever as long as I can as an appreciated friend.”
“This was much more important to her than the wrong things she did to you. You know that they were mostly initiated because of her addictions that were very difficult to deal with and afford. It was not her that robbed and disrespected you, it was her addicted self.”
“I know that there is truth in what you say, but a person is not totally excused from abusing others, just because they voluntarily addict themselves to a drug and then have to rob their friends to afford it. It is a causal factor, but not an excuse.”
“Yes, I know that. I had to live with it every day, since she and my parents were all under its evil influence. We often had difficulty in paying the rent and buying food because of their cost. Sometimes, I and my brother went hungry because of it.”
“I know about that, don’t you know that I several times sent food to your home to help thru Cora because I cared?”
“That was you? We were never told that.”
“It’s okay, just so you got to eat your share.”
“Yes, my brother and I did. And thank you.”
“You are very welcome young lady, it was a pleasure to help all of you in something other than in their addictions.”
“Okay then, why are you visiting me now, as welcome as that is?”
“It is about what has been happening lately between you and my sister.”
“I am not prepared to acknowledge or talk about that.”
“……..doesn’t matter, since she has told me all about it.”
Again, she waited for a response from me, but when none came forward she continued. “I guess that you think that I am trying to trick you into any admissions that you might make.”
I leveled my eyes towards her, but made no response.
“Well, if that was really a trick, it wasn’t going to work, was it?”
Still no response by me except a raised eyebrow.
Then, “If she actually said a thing like that it would be very disrespectful, if it was untrue or very invasive of my privacy if it was true.” “And I have no intention of clarifying as to which it is.”
“But, for argument’s sake, what is your interest in this?”
“As you know, I am very close to Cora. She has been my friend and protector since I was born. Even against our own parents.”
“She has said something of this in the past.”
“I and my parents are very concerned about Cora and Andrew. They have the baby now, and need to pull together to build a life that my little niece can thrive in. You and Cora having a relationship, puts a tremendous amount of stress in a relationship that even without you is very stressful and unstable. If you were removed from it, perhaps it would stabilize. At least there is a chance of that. She has told me that you have been very comforting to her and have repeatedly assured her that you would have a place for her and the baby if things crumble with her and Andrew and she has nowhere else to go. From what she has told me, she is seriously going to take you up on that, if things don’t work out with Andrew. But, as you can guess, despite your admirable feelings for her, she is best off with Andrew to maintain her connection to her family and native cultural background.”
“I realize the terrible strain that letting go of her totally would be to you. We all know how strongly you feel about her, even Andrew knows. And his jealousy over it is one of the main factors in the difficulties of their marriage.”
“And yes, we know how obviously hypocritical this is, since he has actively helped her in her work as an escort in the past even driving her to appointments, including yours. He just can’t stand that she loves you at all. He wants it all for himself.”
“Assuming that all that you have said is true, what do you expect me to do about this?”
“Stop seeing her!”
“Oh Really! Even when I have actually seen her, it is always at her instigation. She calls me (with a blocked number) or shows up at my door and invites herself back into my life. I don’t have her phone number and have no other way to communicate with her. Besides, she knows that I have a very difficult time saying ‘No” to her. I always have, even when things were very strained between us.”
“We know that!”
“Who are the ‘we’?”
“My parents, myself and Andrew.”
“Then why are we even having this conversation?”
“Because it doesn’t make any difference. Probably, Andrew and Cora will never have peace between each other, unless you are totally out of the picture.”
“And how do you propose for me to accomplish that?”
“My parents and I will provide you a substitute.”
“And who is that to be?”
“You? How do you and your parents feel about that?”
“They are fine, since Cora first started to see you, to help them pay their bills. And I will help them for a time, now.” “As to me, I am okay with it. Cora says that you are a very gentle and generous lover. And that you never short-change a provider.”
“She does, does she? She sure has become a blabbermouth over our personal matters.”
“She can’t help it. She is used to telling me everything.”
“Well, assuming all that you have told me coming from Cora is true, what else has she told you?”
“She has told me about what things you two do when you are having sex.”
“Oh, this should be good! What has she told you?”
“She has told me that you love ‘blow-jobs’ especially in a vehicle while it is moving.”
“Doesn’t every guy love ‘blow-jobs?”
“Pretty much. But, not all will attempt them in a moving vehicle.”
“Yes, I would guess that that is true.”
“And interestingly, she told me about your recommendation of teaching me how to give a great ‘blow-job’ since she is great at them, so that I could control the guys while I dated in my mid-teens. She did, too. And you were right, it helped me hold out with my virginity for several years until I found a guy I wanted to gift it to. And none of the other guys ever complained a bit.”
“Well, what you say about her being great at them is certainly true. And I am glad that she passed on the suggestion, and that it worked for you. I kept seeing you with guys who were significantly older than you, and some of them looked quite shady, too.”
“Thank you for caring.”
“You are welcome. I did and still do.”
“Yes, I know that now. I have grown up a little over my resentments over you through the years.”
“It is good to know who your friends are, they are not all always apparent.”
“Yes, I have learned that, too.”
“You say that you are going to take Cora’s place. Do you have any idea of what that will entail?”
“Yes, she told me. And before you throw up some disbelief, I will let you know what she said. She said that you like b.j.’s, kissing, playing with breasts, hugging, caressing, playing with the pussy, fingers in the pussy and anus, fucking in the mouth, pussy and anus, sexy role play games, giving massages to girls, sharing a girl with another girl or guy, playing in odd places and all of it without condoms.
She has also told me about your condition, which she says that you are very honest about and careful, too. She says that it has never been an issue between the two of you.”
“Oh, she mentioned that you especially like to suck on lactating breasts. Something to remember if I ever have a child. I probably will, too. And maybe not too far in the future. She mentioned that you always wanted to have a child by her. Perhaps, we can accomplish that too, if you will agree to help with the support. Maybe even more than one.”
“You would do that with me, an older man? “Perhaps?”
“No not perhaps, I am probably serious about this. And Cora was excited to hear this, because she at times really wanted to do this for you. In fact, she thinks that she was pregnant by you at least two times, but lost the babies due to her extreme drug use.”
“That is really sad. I suspected as much at the time.”
“Just one of the ways that she let you down. She really regrets that now, and is excited that I might want to take over for her.”
“Why wouldn’t you want to do all of this with a much younger man?”
“Because, despite the fact that they are cute and exciting, none of them have any money to help afterwards. In fact, they often want money from us, instead of helping us with our expenses. You older guys really appreciate our attentions, and you HAVE MONEY which is important when the bills come around.”
“Oh, I see. Yeah, you are probably quite right about that.”
“If I remember right, you are about eight years younger than Cora. So, since she has just turned 26, you must be about 18. Even though the age of consent in this state is 16, the authorities take a very dim view of an older man having a sexual relationship with a female under the age of eighteen. Heck, they hate it for us to such a relationship with a female more than ten years younger than us. And will harass us over it. If there is a monetary exchange involved, they would lock me up and throw away the key.”
“I guess you will have to treat me very well, then. Don’t you think! But, I have no intention of anyone knowing about this, except for Cora and my parents. It would cause me trouble with my boyfriends and also in the native community that frowns on this with white men, especially older white men. Besides how would I make any money off you, if you are in jail? And I don’t think that I will ever want to do this with any other older man or any other white man, either.”
“How would you cover up the babies that you might have?”
“I will just say that one of my boyfriends is the father, any one of them would be thrilled and none of them would ever do a ‘DNA’ check, since the assuming of them making me pregnant would raise their stature among their fellow native buddies and besides none of them ever have any money for that kind of test anyway.” “If it would pass the scrutiny of the tribal authorities, I would get financial help for them, too. With your help, I would be set up for sure and able to provide a subsidized home on the reservation for myself. Besides, Cora says that you are ¼ native. So, if that is true, it would all pass the scrutiny of the authorities anyway.”
“At least there is little risk of boyfriends suspecting you of doing this, is there?”
“No, no one will be following me to your door. I have a local job and can see you on the way home without raising any suspicions at all.”
“This place is a ‘MYOB’ place, so none of my neighbors are going to pay much attention.”
“I was hopeful of giving you a sample at this time, nothing you have to contribute to, but just something to help you to commit to a relationship with me.”
“Simone, I have to prepare myself for these things. Test me another time to do that and I will confirm it. Please bring an I.D. card to prove that you are at least eighteen. And give my love to Cora.”
“You wouldn’t turn me down if I turned out to be 16, would you?”
“I might be inclined to do so, but I probably wouldn’t. I need this kind of treatment and this does remove a considerable amount of stress in it being supplied. I just hope that Cora doesn’t hate me because of this.”
“Little chance of that, since she was part of the decision. And also, she told me to tell you, that if Andrew completely blows it and they permanently breakup, she will offer to be with you from then on. And with no charge to you. She knows that you love her and her little daughter.”
“How would you feel about that?”
“I would be very sad, but I know that I am just taking care of you for her.”
“If that should come to being, I think that I would insist on having both of you with me as co-wives. So, that I could love and care for you both.”
“I think that I would like that very much.”
She insisted that she wanted to try things out right then, and so I reminded her of my need for time for my pills to work. So, she moved to the bathroom to take care of some personal things and then while I was playing on my laptop, sipped on a soft drink awaiting for me to be ready.
An hour went by and I was now ready as I nodded to her to indicate, so she moved over the love seat and cozied up to me. To show that she was willing to share her affections, she began to caress me with her hands and kiss me deeply with her pretty little dark red lip-sticked mouth. As she did this and I reciprocated with my mustachioed mouth and hands on her upper body, she began to remove her clothing one article at a time in a sensuous manner. She didn’t bother to fold any of them, but simply removed the article and threw it in the direction of the chair that she had just vacated.
I enjoyed the fact that she was much more into kissing than Cora. She was energetic and quickly slimed up my mouth, tongue and face with her saliva. She didn’t just kiss me, but she actively swirled her lips around mine and probed with her tongue into my mouth. Her head seemed to move in a slow circular fashion and she shared her passion with my face. I was very quickly simulated into responding in kind with her. My hands gently grasping the back of her head and my lips and tongue moving in and out of her in sync with her lead in our kissing.
As this was progressing, she was advancing also in the removal of her clothing. Her blouse was next and that was a blessing to me, since now her ‘D’ breasts came into my attentions. They were still in their little girl bra, but they were very responsive anyway. I could feel the nipples getting very hard even through the bra’s fabric. I took it that she wanted much further attention to the ‘girls’ than just the massaging and caressing that they were getting, since she managed to have me unhook her bra strap in the back so that she could shimmy out of it in the front with a minimum of interference with our kissing.
With that I now moved my lips down to her twin young woman mounds and began the kissing, licking and sucking that she showed that she so much desired. Her hands went to the back of my head to guide my lips in their efforts to please her and me on her breasts. And with one of her hands, she temporarily moved one of mine to reach into her slacks and panties. I began to caress and slide my finger up and down her slit to her obvious delight and sexy reactions. She became very squirmy, wet in her pussy and vocal in her moaning, with quick breathing and also aggressively encouraging me along.
Both of her hands returned to directing my work on her soft sweet mounds with delighted encouragement. When I looked up I could see that her eyes were becoming wild with passion. She seemed very surprised by the extent of it. And grateful, too.
Now she lifted her lower body from the sofa and with my hand still playing in her love zone, she shimmied out of her slacks and then out of her panties which she left dangling on her loser legs. I helped her out a bit in this and removed her panties off of her legs and then quickly moved from between her breasts to savor the smells and wetness from the gusset in her panty. She allowed this for a few minutes and then moved my mouth back to her ‘ladies.’
After some more time with this, she seemed to be in no hurry at all, she moved my mouth to her lower belly and belly button. With this her hand moved to within my slacks and shorts and began some serious caressing of it, too. I then raised my lower body so that she could return the favor and remove my slacks and shorts for further activity between us.
After many minutes of this sensuous interchange, she rose up and took my hand to guide us into the bedroom. She lifted up the sole top sheet that I often use for covering at night in the summer and slipped under. While she did this she took one hand and my dick to guide me into the bed with her and next to her. She whispered into my ear, ‘69’, to which I smiled and nodded. With me on my back, she reversed her body, putting her pussy on my face and her face with my dick. We wasted no time in proceeding with nestling, licking, kissing and then sexually probing each other’s love zone. I had the advantage, since I had two of her holes to play with. Most Native ladies don’t like anal oral play on the man so that she only entertained my dick. Like that was a worry? She gave my dick very serious attentions, licking up and down the under the head surface and sucking mightily on the head. While she was delighting me in this, I was repeatedly sticking my tongue into her vagina and up her pussy, rotating that with very loving attentions to her clit.
After a bit, I maneuvered us into a side by side facing each other, still reversed posture to pursue side-by-side ’69.’ She had never done this before evidently, because she was very excited about it. It allows the guy to get very physical with his partner’s pussy without harming it. She really liked this and egged me on to increased activity there.
By this time my older instrument was as hard as it would get and so she maneuvered us into a ‘mish’ position with her legs together to stimulate her clit while I pounded her. As I began a very gentle probing of her insides with my dick, she after a few minutes of this whispered into my ear, “Marvin, I am in my fertile period now and ready to let you make a baby in me if you want to and are willing to help me afford it.” I didn’t say a word, but proceeded to pound her pussy with all of my might to simulate myself to empty into her. At my age I do very much get very hard with the influence of the ‘blue pill.’ But, it doesn’t help much to sponsor ejaculation. That depends on my mind set, my stimulating actions and the actions of the lady beneath me.
Simone must have found out about this from Cora, so she began fucking back on me with her belly flexing and rotating as I pounded in and out of her. And her fingers began to go to work on my anal entry. Using her spittle and any of the natural juices evident in that area for her finger to enter and simulate me there, too. Along with that, she began a series of verbal encouragements like: “Pound that pussy, Marvin! Let out all of your frustrations that you have experienced with Cora. Cum in me, Papi! Let you cum into my pussy and make a baby there. Cora will be so proud of us if we do. And she will be jealous and want one too. One for every one that you make in me. Pour that baby into me, lover. That pussy is yours whenever we are together. I wonder why I have waited so long to share this with you. Cora warned me that you are a great lover! She didn’t tell me the half of it. I am so high with your love now. I feel like my head will blow off. Please, Baby. Please, please cum into me and make a woman, a mother of your baby. It will be so beautiful. I hope that it is a girl and loves you like Cora and I do.”
With that and a whole lot of my determination zeroed in onto my ball sack and prostate, I eventually too her relief and mine, completely emptied into her pussy all of my love and cum. She moaned and sighed her relief and then powerfully hugged me to her and cooed into my ear. She seemed to be in no hurry at all to leave and held me on the top of her for more than twenty minutes. Could be to let the little sperms to do their job. I didn’t mind at all. And since she was so sturdy built, though slim and tall like Cora, she didn’t mind at all that I laid on top of her body in my repose to gather back my breath and strength.
After I got my strength back she asked me to move off of the top of her. When I did she lifted her legs up high to evidently move the little sperms to their desired location and invited me to address the mess on the outside with my tongue. I was most happy to oblige her. After I had her pussy all cleaned up inside and out (except for the baby making agents) she noticed that I was a bit messy, too. So she motioned for me to move up on the bed to her mouth for her attentions to me, also. As she rendered me this sanitary service, she noticed that my member was responding to this with another elevated state. She laughed and said that we needed to take care of that too. Since she was in baby sponsoring mode, she asked if I could enter up her backside. She had never done this before, but was told by Cora that I was pretty good at this.
I told her that I would love to, but for the first time it can be a bit uncomfortable without her experience and knowledge of what to do. She said that she would be patient with me and it and not allow herself to be turned off by any discomfort for the near future. So, with her still in the ‘mish’ position with her legs still up in the air, I got busy with my tongue on her anus. And she reached over to my nightstand drawer to get the thick lubricant there (again another bit of info to her from Cora, I guess.) I lubricated her asshole and my dick and then moved into position. I patted her belly and then slowly moved my member into her anal cavity. She said that there was very little discomfort, and I proceeded to slowly move in and almost out of her with gentle swirling of my member in her. She quickly began to be very active herself, pushing back on me when I was at the deepest in her and again moaning at the stimulation that it was giving her. Since I had just emptied in her and she had a light response herself, I didn’t expect any-thing but a pleasant sensation of being in her to develop. But, to my surprise, I had evidently a soft cumming in her and she had a light response herself. We were both very pleased with our first efforts in this highly sensual experience.
After I rested again, and when she was satisfied that the sperm were now where they needed to be, she looked up to me and said, “Marvin, that was so wonderful. So much better than I ever expected. I had no idea of how great it is to make love with an older and experienced man. Thank you so much for this sharing. And I do hope, Papi, that we have succeeded in making a baby together. If this all works out like it might, I might just say, ‘the hell with it’ and move right in with you. And if Cora wants to, she can also. And if Andrew or anyone else wants to bother you, they will have to come through us, first.
With that, she took my hand and led me off to a very warm and comforting shower to seal the deal between us. While in the warming and comforting waves of water together, I hugged her and asked her what she expected for our arrangement. She replied, “Just what Cora was getting, only a little less because most of it was going to my parents anyway.” But the rest to her upon the birth of the baby. She said that she would come to see me each week about the same time as this day for an unrushed session of sex and fun each time. And if they came together in the condo, it would only be the contribution towards the baby, because she would no longer be supporting her parents with a family of her own and she knew that I would be taking great care of her while she took care of making love with me. As she prepared to leave, I passed on the contribution that would have gone to Cora the next day.
My God, I hope this works out.
I am sitting and watching a lousy Seahawks game. They are surely trying, but Wilson can’t perform his miracles anymore behind an offensive line like a sieve and him on battered legs. Well, it was fun while it lasted.
‘Rap….Rap….Rap…Rap,Rap,Rap….Rap…..Rap.’ This is Halloween and I don’t have any candy. Never get Trick or Treaters up here on the third-floor walk-up anyway. It should be Cora coming to visit unaccompanied by her toddler daughter, since I have given her a month’s worth of date money in advance and now she should have her phone paid up and gas in her car.
She has been talking about moving in with me, but it all sounds just too fantastic. Besides we have stayed together before and except for the first time it has always been a disaster. Oh well, I guess I better check out who is at the door before they become impatient and knock the paint off of the outside trying to get my attention.
A look through the kitchen window reveals an unknown late teen female, who is acting a bit impatient. Guess I will check this out.
I open the door and, “Hello, to what do I owe this visit?”
“I was sent by Cora.”
“Hmmmm, for what reason?”
“If you will invite me in, I will explain it all to you.”
“I will look forward to that.” And with that I motioned for her to enter and guided her over to the favorite chair of every lady who comes to my abode. She is wearing a short and fullish skirt and settles herself in the chair with much of the area above her knees in plain view. “Wonder what that means,” I mused.
“Would you like something to drink, young lady?”
“Perhaps some of your famous ice water in an iced glass, if you will.”
“Of course, Honey.”
When I returned from the very brief visit to the refrigerator to fill the glass from my Brita filtered pitcher and to pour it into one of my frosted glasses, I handed it down to her as she looked up to me from her seat with a shy expression of expectation. As I nodded to her, I noticed that her blouse had shifted to a more open status and two very lovely globes were revealed inside two cute cups of sup-port. She noticed my eyes and didn’t seem to be bothered by my ‘pervy’ manner.
I tore myself away from the lovely view and retook my position on the couch, turned to face her with my eyes scanning for hidden treasures under her skirt.
“My name is Faith and Cora my cousin sent me to stand in for her tonight. She apologized, but she and Andrew her native husband have left on the run to protect her custody of her toddler daughter, that the authorities want to take from her. She thanks you for the advance of the funds, but will be unable to give you the services that you deserve for that loving gift. But, she has given me some of it and sent me to take care of you in her stead. I know about her sister, who takes care of you in an alternate arrangement, and by-the-way she will soon be able to offer her breasts for your lactation fetish as the real milk is now coming in.”
“Thank you for that info. Is Cora then gone from the area?”
“Yes, she didn’t want me to tell you where. Not that she would mind you knowing, but she knows that you are honest and hate to lie, so to ease your way you won’t know for the present.”
“That makes sense. Plausible deniability, it is called.”
“Yes, that sounds like the term she used for it. Boy, have you been a really positive influence on her education level.”
“My privilege, she is very bright.”
“Yes, she is; runs in the women of our family.”
“I am not surprised.”
“But, why you, Faith?”
“You gave her a list of very kinky things that you would enjoy some time back, and her supplying you with a younger girl was mentioned on it. I am that girl that you so admire (She blushes.) and desire.”
“Well, you are certainly all that! By-the-way, how old are you?”
“I am sixteen, but pass easily for eighteen or older. When I have my make-up on and are dressed in an adult manner, I have passed for twenty-one and have been served alcohol without even asking for an I.D.”
“Not surprised. Could have fooled me. But, in asking for a younger girl, I was not exactly looking for one that could pass for twenty-one.”
“As for that, when I go natural, with no makeup and in ‘tweener’ clothes, I can also go for about fourteen. Would that work for you?”
“If true, certainly.”
“If you give me a few minutes in the bathroom, I can demonstrate that.”
“Sure, no problem.”
She then grabs her oversized handbag and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I through long experience get fidgety when a provider is in my bathroom for more than fifteen minutes. After warning them, I have been noted for opening the door on them to find out what the hell the delay is about. I have gotten my eyeful on some such occasions and some of them never returned. Not a problem for me.
At just about the limit of my patience, that is close to fifteen minutes, I hear the door open and low and behold this tomboy ‘tweener’ came out with young girl’s overalls, a young girl’s manner and twin pig tails. What a transformation!
“Do you like me now Mr. Martin?”
“Damn right I do! I liked you as you were before, but of course this transformation puts you in line to satisfy my fetish for a younger girl just fine.”
“I and Cora thought that you would like it, that is the younger me,” said with a young girl’s voice appropriate to her present condition.
“Faith, you are so very cute. But, are you up to what I will want to do with you?”
“Oh yes, Mr. Martin. Cora has told me all about your manner of lovemaking and also listed the very kinky desires that you have. I am experienced in all of these things and so much more. I will choose one of yours and one of mine each time I see you, if you decide to continue this. I started this when I was an actual fourteen years old. And no, no one abused me or anything like that. I just accidently found out about these things and experimented with an older brother, who was very shocked by my advanced inclinations. I like fine things and my family is poor, just like Cora’s, so they made no fuss about it and let me have half of my gifted funds to boot. I insisted on that or I was going to report them to C.P.S. That put the fear into them and they have been very cooperative ever since. Even driving me to appointments once-in-a-while.”
“Boy, I would hate to face you over any kind of game board strategy game. I would guess that you rule in that arena!”
She just smiled.
“I am prepared to give you a two hour session right now to indicate what she has given you. Perhaps, you will then forgive her because since I owe her several favors, you will be getting my regular attentions for the rest of the month on me. Then next month if you are pleased with me, I will resume the arrangement that you had with her. I can even bring my younger sister, Little Flower at my expense. She has been trained in many of the fine arts of pleasing men.”
“Wow! What a beautiful picture this presents. ……………..Will I ever see Cora again?”
“Yes, eventually, but she has promised to not interfere with whatever is going on between me and you and you and her sister. She feels that she owes you a lot and will just fill in between both of us for free for some time. We know that you have limited funds, which you are generous with, with us native girls. That along with your kindness and gentle spirit goes a long ways with us, you know.”
“So, I have heard.,,,,,,,,,,,,,,And experienced.”
With that she moved over to sit sideways on my lap, kiss me very gently on the lips and then lay her head on my opposite shoulder to let my hands investigate her girlish charms.
I moved my hands over her clothing on her back, giving her a gentle, but effective massage. She nestled in even more tightly to me and kissed me on the neck in appreciation. Then my hands caressed her very skinny arms. Again, another nestling up to me in tightness, this time accompanied by a very warm sigh. As I progressed to gathering her butt cheeks into my hands, she allowed this and concurrently moved her head back, looked tenderly into my eyes and then began some very vigorous kissing of me. At first with very warm, soft and wetted lips and then rapidly progressing to tongue dancing between us. It was evidently going to take everything that I knew and a whole lot of energy to keep up with this sex kitten.
She then backed up a bit so that my eager hands could wander in search mode beneath her clothing. It began with the finding of her small firm titties. No bra to duck under. Just good ‘ole’ her in all of her natural glory. After a bit of caressing and tweaking of the nips, my hands moved down to her nicely rounded tummy for a sixteen year old. Had someone already planted in her, I wondered? But, that didn’t matter at this point in our arrangement.
She then reared back and turned to have her back against my front to give me access to her wonders under the overalls. My hands got the message and proceeded to find their way under the front bib and down into the shorts of the overalls. No panties inside, so my fingers began their enjoyment of her soft young mound, slit, pussy opening and finally her clit. I gave very gentle and tender attention to each in order. She was shifting her body around to get the maximum sensation at each of my stops and her pussy was getting very wet in the process.
Finally, she stood up and shucked off all of her clothes and represented herself in all of her ‘tweener’ appearing glory. On My God!!! What a beautiful and sexy sight. She then tumbled back into my lap, with her head between my legs and her pussy in my face. Never done this before with anyone. As I found my place in her pussy with my lips and tongue, she found hers on my now exposed dick with her mouth. I had never even dreamed of having 69 like this. I had her creaming all over my face in short order and she had me at full-mast in about the same time. She then tumbled back and sat again with her back to my chest and guided my member up into its new home. It was very happy about this, and so was the home. After flexing and pumping on me for a very few minutes, this old geezer shot a monumental load right up into her heavenly chamber, which caused a sympathetic climaxing response from her. We just settled back in the same position with me still in her for some time to savor the experience. I gently kissed and nuzzled the nape of her head and her ears as we cooled down.
After we cooled off, she said, “Now for some kinky fun. Come with me into the bathroom.”
So, I unknowing what was going to happen, but in hope of it being one of my very kinky desires, followed her still naked body in to the bathroom and she settled herself into the bathtub sideways looking expectantly at me. “It’s your time to shine, Sir. Get that fire hose out and quench the fiery thirst in my mouth from its opening.”
I got it, she was letting me pee into her mouth. Just one of my kinky desires on the list that had up to now been a no-show so far. So, I took my member that was rock hard at just the thought of this fulfilled desire and aimed at her open oral orifice and let go. There was an amazing amount of volume delivered with no complaint on her part. Most of it entered, circulated inside and poured out, but some of it she swallowed. After we were finished, I had her gargle with some very strong store-brand mouth wash and swallow a bit of it. Then I took her in my arms, lifted her still naked body up so that our mouths matched and kissed her with all of the technique and enthusiasm that I could muster. Even at that she outdid me.
She then after inviting me to reinter the living room, left the door open for my viewing of her wiping herself down, toweling herself off and then slowly dressing herself in the outfit that she had arrived in. I was totally mesmerized by the show.
After that, she returned to my lap, took my face into her arms, kissed me soundly and then rose and quickly moved to and out the door. As she left I heard, “See you next time! Get your rest, eat well and get your exercise because I was easy on you this time.” I looked up at the clock and noticed that she had been with me for exactly two hours and one minute. You’ve just have to love a professional.
Marvin is sitting on his sofa enduring another Mariner’s loss in progress. Felix is pitching his heart out and he is getting no support at all in the RUNS column. Felix isn’t the stud that he used to be, but is still effective as a very crafty pitcher now. But, crafty or not, a pitcher won’t win if he doesn’t get RUN support and he has suffered from a serious lack of it for his whole career. He has about 150 wins and should have probably another 100 if he had had any kind of decent support. Oh, well, the game must go on.
He hears a RAP……..RAP……..RAP, RAP, RAP ascending in intensity with each repetition. ‘Now what,’ he wonders? He had been through this weeks ago with Simone, Cora’s sister with the results still up in the air and then with Faith to better results. Could this be Simone again? Or Faith? Or Cora?”
So, he rises up with his aging but still serviceable body and toddles off to the front door of his condo.
Since he is careful about the possible continued harassment by Andrew, Cora’s common-law husband, he is careful whom he opens the door for. “Who is it, please?”
“It is Fawn, Cora’s sister,” came the response in a little girl’s voice.
Marvin had never heard of a Fawn, nor that Cora and Simone had a younger sister either. So, he had a brief spell of uncertainty of what to do.
“Marvin, please open the door and let me in.” came the plaintive call from the other side. He knew that it probably wasn’t Andrew. So, he opened the door to find:
A beautiful young native girl who greatly resembled Cora came in. She was very nervous about being at the door and begged to be allowed to enter. I asked as to the reason for her visit, but she firmly maintained that that would be better explained upon her entry. So, I relented and allowed her entry. Strangely she hugged me as she passed by me to sit in the ‘dream chair’ of all of my lady visitors. It is soft, cushiony and very comforting to sit in. I have several times ‘gone down’ on a lady while they were sitting in it and they each said that they felt like they were in seventh heaven when I did.
Fawn, moved purposely through the condo and headed right for the chair. She seated herself in it with her feet up on the ottoman, and her short dress arranged very properly around her young and slender legs. I found my place on the sofa again, and awaited her response while I curiously gazed at her.
She was somewhere between 15 and 16 I guessed, with native shiny black hair, a light brown skin tone, dark shiny eyes and a slim younger looking willowy body. Very pretty!
While she was thinking up what to say, or more properly how to say what she had already decided to say, I asked if she would like something to drink. She asked for 7-UP just like Cora.
I retrieved one of the mini bottles that I stored up for Cora and then again awaited the little girl’s explanation for her visit.
“I know about you and Cora. I have known about it since the beginning. I have seen you before, but you did not notice me as I was just one of the little ones who was around playing with the other children. I also know about what Simone told you. It was mostly the truth. And Faith’s visit, too. Although, Cora hasn’t given up on you and doesn’t feel any obligation at all to bow to her family’s or Andrew’s demands of her in regard to you.
We suspect that Cora would be very happy if Andrew would get a regular job, quit the drugs and associated illegalities and settle down with her and the baby and then allow her occasional visits to you. He wouldn’t have to like it or you, just ignore it. If he would do this, then she would hate his roving eye, but not make a big issue about his occasional deflections either.
We are not sure of Simone’s intentions. They may be just as she has stated. But, she also has the family female gene of deviousness in bonus quantities, so her intentions might be very much otherwise. And as for Faith, she is very honest in her dealings and evidently means no harm to you.”
“This is all very interesting Fawn, but why am I supposed to believe and evidently act on the statements of a young girl that I haven’t even heard of before against two ladies that I have known for a long time and another that has established a degree of credibility with me?”
“Well one reason is the thing you always say, ‘Actions speak louder than words!’ and that I am prepared to back up what I say, not just say more and more and hope to drown you in the lies until you don’t recognize them as such any-more.”
“Wow, that is a big statement for a young girl!”
“I have learned from experts, Marvin.”
“Fawn, who are you really?”
“I am Cora’s and Simone’s sister, but with a different mother. Our father had a very brief fling with my mother when she was 15, he got into considerable trouble over it and not just with his wife. My mother was his sister-in-law and sister to his wife. As a result of the fling, my mother got pregnant and I was the result. No one ever held it against me and in fact Cora’s mom is very affectionate towards me. She forgave Cora’s dad too, long ago.”
“Okay Fawn, but why am I being apprised of all of this? And why are you here?”
“The result of my mother’s losing of her virginity to Cora’s dad and her pregnancy with me unhinged mom somewhat. She began to experiment with unhealthy practices and then entered the escort activity to finance them. She actually saw you a couple of times and said that you were very sweet. She is now stable in a much better situation, but needy as to regular funds to finance a regular life. She heard from Cora lately that you would welcome a younger native girl to share in your intimate activities with and so I am here. This was before Cora knew of Faith’s visit.”
“I see, but how is the family going to handle this?”
“They are all on board because my mom has been a money drain on them. They would like to have her on her own with the possibility of maybe getting some money back some day.”
“What is your situation as to intimacies knowledge and experience?”
“Cora and my mom have taught me all of the basics. And I have tried them out with my older brothers, but am still a virgin, just for you. Part of your responsibility will be to make reasonable contributions to my education (about 100 per visit) and to teach me all that you know so that I can get higher contributions from other guys.”
“Okay, I see Fawn. But, how are we to cover this up? My neighbors are mostly M.Y.O.B. but the regular visits of more than one young girl to an old bachelor’s home will not go unnoticed.”
“We can’t help what they think, but we will give them something else to calm them, I will come as a guitar and writing protégée. It would be consistent with my regular schooling since you both play the guitar and write. We will have you find some recordings of student practice which we can play while we ‘play.’ And, I will actually do a little writing to cover that, too.”
“You sure have this all covered.”
“Mom and Cora helped me think this through and are all in for this. They at first didn’t want me to enter this life, but necessity and my stubbornness won out. I really want this Marvin, it will help me a lot and I hope that it will be a lot of fun, too.”
“I will try very hard to make it so.”
“I have plenty of time for my first ‘lessons’ today if you would like to start. And because this is all unannounced this first visit will be free.”
“Very generous indeed. Here is my guitar. I will show you three chords and let you strum away while I freshen up.”
So, I made a chart and outlined a chord progression for her, it was a twelve- bar blues and let her flail away as I washed up. When I was done, I put some You Tube offering of a student practice on and invited her into the bedroom. I told her that we would be very basic this time, but use all three of her holes. She said that she was ready.
I took my clothes off to my T shirt and shorts. I asked her to unclothe slowly for me to enjoy it and she did, finishing with bending over and sliding her little girl panties down her slim legs. I was very excited to see her pussy for the first time. And she had the protruding clit that Cora had for so long. It was fully inflated by the excitement and stress of her first real appointment and what she expected to happen.
She very much liked the hugging and caressing of her nude body held up to mine and responded very well to my initiating of kissing. She pursed her lips and ground them into mine and then allowed me to probe the inside of her mouth with my tongue. Her tongue reciprocated into my mouth and she was begging for me to kiss her even deeper then. I did so.
Then I moved down to her beginning tits and licked, kissed and finally sucked on her nipples. She took this a lot better than Cora ever did. In fact, she hummed at the extravagant sensations caused by my attentions to her tits.
I then moved down her body and busied myself caressing and kneading her little girl’s tummy, legs and pussy. When I got to her pussy, I used my mouth and tongue on it. She seemed to know what to expect, but responded generously anyway. He pussy slit had gotten very wet, so she indicated for me to roll on to my back. She then moved to be between my legs and bent forward to immediately take my dick into her warm and moist mouth. She knew right what to do and proceeded to inflate my member with a very fine beginner’s B.J. When I was at full ‘mast’ she pumped her mouth and lips on to it and even allowed it to penetrate a short distance into her throat. She only slightly gagged at this, but made no complaint.
With both of us very excited, she moved up my body and installed my dick into her vagina, very shallowly at first. After her pussy had adjusted to my entry, she forced herself down to remove the young girl’s obstacle and took the brief pain again with no complaint at all. In fact, she soon was cooing at the feelings of having my cock buried deeply with in her and then let out a muffled scream as she came with me spewing my load into her upper vaginal chamber. I momentarily wondered if she was using birth control, but I guessed that it didn’t matter. Since, if I got her pregnant, it would actually increase her status amongst her peers and give her helping resources from the tribe. Also, since I am a quarter native by blood that would pass muster also.
We then laid back entwined together and I returned to kissing and caressing her. I gave a short massage to her back which she totally enjoyed. I enjoyed the view, too. Those cute little buns there under my gaze and hands.
Then I with my member back at full erection moved her over to being on her stomach and piled a couple of pillows under her tummy to elevate her ass for the coming event. She knew what was to happen and was prepared for it, too. So, I proceeded to kiss, lick and finger her anal entry with her giving sympathetic physical responses back. We both got really quickly ready for this adventure and so I lubed her up and myself and moved the head of my dick up to the entry hole. It was still a bit clinched, but quickly gave way to the lube and pressure given it and my head popped right in. She asked me to go very slowly since she was new at this, so I rested in place and then gently rotated my hips to encourage her organs to move aside for further penetration. She advised me that this was feeling really good, so I took it slowly and eventually was fully in her with my just regular sized penis. At this she let out a sigh and her body relaxed a lot more.
After a few minutes, when it was obvious that her body wasn’t resisting anymore, I began a twisting and slight pumping action in her bowels. She was moaning at this, but not in pain. Pretty soon she was begging me to cum in her and to pump it deeply. It happened very quickly and I relaxed lightly on to her body in its bent and arched condition. As she came down from the excitement she made it plain that she was in no hurry for me to vacate her rear end region. I wasn’t in a hurry, either.
When we disengaged, she moved over to lay on my front as I was on my back recovering from my internal exertions with her. She laid on me prone and with her head on my shoulder told me that she just loved this and looked forward to its continuance. She then advised me that she would be willing to see me at 50 per week on Fridays as long as I was seeing Cora and/or Simone. If they left off seeing me, we could then renegotiate the terms.
I asked her to be very careful of whom she spoke to about this activity. And to not admit to anyone what was happening between us. She also needed to be very careful of whom she saw, because some elements of L.E. were determined to ferret out any activity like this. In fact, if they got wind of what we are doing, my life would be over. She said that she knew this and that she would protect me no matter what happened. And that she would never see any guy not vetted by her sisters until she was much more experienced.
She then caressed my shoulder and whispered in to my ear, “Marvin, could we practice you having your dick in my pussy again before I leave?” “You bet, Darlin’ and anytime and as much as you desire!”
She began purring in his arms in anticipation of this, as we leave off from their intimate moments.
Sometime after this, things got very difficult for Cora in her life and she began pushing to move in with me. I had fantasized about this for years, but I knew in my heart that it would never work out. But, to check on how things really were with her and Andrew and otherwise I general, I utilized a P.I. on town to check things out for me.
THE PRIVATE EYE:
Mr. M. Martin is sitting in the waiting room of the office of a Mr. Water-struck, the owner and Prime Agent of the Waterstruck Detective Agency. Accord-ing to police sources that I tapped into, meaning I bought a beer for one of the more experienced boys in blue and asked him for a recommendation, Mr. Waters-truck is the most highly regarded P.I. in the Big City area. He didn’t mention if he was married to Mr. Waterstruck’s sister, though.
Anyway, this office is anything but the shopworn office in a seedy building that such businesses are often portrayed to be. It is clean, well-lit and situated in a modern strip mall located within two blocks of the county courthouse. It has a very attractive ‘milf’ type receptionist, who appears to be very capable and gracious in carrying out her assigned duties. She asked me to take a seat when I showed up for an arranged interview with the Mr. himself. So, the view is quite pleasant as I await being called into the inner sanctum, his office.
My mind wanders over the last month or so and the situation and assertions by my ‘lover/escort’ that has driven me to this action. There have been some very unfortunate occurrences in the past with her that moves me to be very, very careful of any future additional entanglements. We are already regulars, and I enjoy her very much. But, there is the common client condition: he is ‘crazy about her and she has undefined feelings towards him but is patient with him’ syndrome. It is so common that some sociology major will someday write and have accepted a doctoral thesis on this subject.
But, I don’t want to ruminate on this too much before meeting with the Man, so that what I share with him doesn’t come out stale.
Oh, now the ‘sexretary’, sorry the secretary/receptionist is motioning me to rise up and move to the door of The Man and prepare to be greeted by him.
I do so, in my casual clothes, black sneakers, washed-out jeans, striped business shirt, blue-patterned bandana and black western hat. I was never a cowboy, I was thrown off into barbed wire fences both times that I had the nerve to be on a horse, once when I was three years old. But, the attire is comfortable and sponsors a kind of kindly treatment among my fellow public park devotees. “See the old cowboy there, kids.” I can hear it now, though I have never actually had it said within earshot there. Mr. Waterstruck, however, is very smartly dressed in a blue suit with all of the usual business accessories.
Anyway, Mr. invites me into his inner-sanctum, presumably to dump my problems into his lap, which is attached to a cash register. He respectfully guides me to a very comfortable chair in front of his desk. Evidently, he will take his time with me, testified to by the comfort of the chair. I know, I have read too much of Sherlock Holmes. He returns to his chair and fixes his attention on me and asks, “What may my agency do for you, Mr. Martin?”
“Sir, I have a situation that will require the special attention that only a professional like you can give me. I need to have discreet inquiries made to determine certain suspected situations involving a girlfriend that wants to establish a residence in common and become a more significant part of my life. I need to have certain things checked out before I commit a significant amount of cash and a whole lot of my heart to this arrangement. There is no desire on my part to cause any harm to her. And our continued loosely-based relationship is not in question, just the serious advancement that she is suggesting.”
“Very well put, sir. I think that I read the situation well. Do you mind if I record this conversation for future reference?”
“Not at all, I would prefer it. And I hope that what I have already said is on record.”
“It is, and thank you for being so understanding.”
“Understanding, undersmanding….it is to try to be efficient about this matter. I don’t want to have to repeat it. It is very personal and could become hurtful. So, I want to tell you things once and the answer your questions and then let you perform your magic for me.”
“Well, you are being very succinct and efficient about your portrayal of the situation, I think that we will do fine. I am sure that we can meet your needs. You now need to accurately portray the situation and then we can come to an agreement on services, if I feel that it is appropriate for us to serve your needs. It is after my agreement, that the meter will start running, and our usual rate for nonrisky services is $50 per hour. Will that be acceptable?”
“Yes, that is what I expected after doing a little research on the internet. Here is the situation:
My long-time love (who is an active escort, not a problem for me) let me know recently that she was contemplating us moving into a home together. This has been a wild dream of mine for years. But, when we lived together for a month a couple of years ago, it went very badly. At the time, she evidently still viewed me as just a trick. A favored one evidently, but a trick none the less. And she has pulled some truly terrible things on me over the years. If it had been anyone else I would have bid her goodbye a long time ago.
Why have I give her so many chances? Because I love her to the absolute depths of my heart. Neither she nor I have ever been able to fathom it. It is not just because of the sex we enjoy. I paid for it with her as a provider. I could have gotten it with any number of escorts that knew of me and wanted my business. It wasn’t even because of exceptional rare skills on her part. She is not G.F.E., but a half and half provider, who is beautiful. She is very adept at Role Plays, though.
It’s just that my body craves hers. I only feel home when I am in her and holding her tight in my arms. Although for much of our relationship she has either denied or avoided saying that she loves me, I have felt her heart through my caresses and hugs of her.
Lately we have come to have a better accommodation with each other than ever before. And she has started to actually say that she loves me in a manner the causes me to consider the real possibility that it is true despite our extreme age difference. She had even introduced me into her children’s lives and they seem to accept me just fine.
But, I am not completely brain dead, so I have been asking searching quest-ions of her. Not to delve into areas of her life that are rightly private, but into those that affect me and us. Even these precise and respectful inquiries have produced a lot more questions than answers.
Since, we living together will expose me to added real risks, if her motives are not at least fair, and with the questionable answers to the questions that I ask, along with the very real concerns that this all raises, I have decided to hire a private detective to trail her and find out what is really going on. I do want to have things work out, but based on previous harmful results in similar efforts, I can’t just take her word that things are fine and that our being together will work out.”
“I think that I see where you are coming from. Actually, by handling it this way with third-party inquiries, you are showing more respect for her, since you will be separated from personal presence in whatever is going on, but have the knowledge that you need to make your decisions. What would you like us to do, and for how long?”
“I am offering to show her place of residence, her job site, my place, and identify and describe the key persons in her life. This will be to eliminate unnecessary avenues of inquiry and focus on the area(s) of real concern to me.
I am not concerned about her clients that she handles just professionally. Seeing them for a half hour or full hour or so. What I am concerned about is whether she has another client like me that she has a personal and social relationship with. She has denied the existence of anyone like this, but evidence indicates that there is at least one. If so, it will not terminate some kind of relationship with her, but it will cause me to pass on entangling her anymore into my personal life.”
“Let me get this straight. She is a high class prostitute, called an escort, who has intimate relations with men for money and that doesn’t concern you, but the possibility that she has social involvement with them does?”
“Yes, that is exactly the case. First of all for legal reasons, escorts do not sell sex to their clients, they sell personal time. Whatever intimacies that occur are a matter of the feelings of the moment. Prostitutes, however, directly sell their bodies and sex services. That puts them a lot more in risk with the authorities.
As to the social involvement is concerned, that would be a serious impairment to the kind of personal relationship that she promises to me. A couple of escort dates a week, if that is all that they are, doesn’t necessarily effect our relationship at all. She seems well able to separate her professional life from our personal one.”
“What a remarkable attitude and situation. I don’t think that I have ever heard of anything like this before.”
“I don’t think that my attitude is very common. Most men are very jealous of the body of their lover. But, with her income requirements and our age differences, it makes some kind of sense to handle things this way.”
“What is her situation, exactly?”
“She is a Native-American, in her late twenties. By-The-Way, this is all covered by client confidentiality, isn’t it?”
“Yes it is, unless she has committed a reportable crime. But, so far that is not the case, and we will not be in any hurry to assume that anything that we find out will be so.”
“Well, thank you for that!”
Mr. Martin, continues,” Cora was born to a very poor Native-American family on the rez. She is very attractive, friendly, intelligent and brave. She didn’t finish high school because of an early pregnancy, but has gotten an office clerk certificate through a private business school. Because of a series of low scale offenses, involving shop-lifting, breaking and entering and drug involvement, she is prevented from getting a well-paying job to support herself and two children. Her common-law husband, Andrew (now estranged) has been of little financial help. He is the father of the young daughter, whom he loves very much, but is very much useless as to her needs. He has very much resented Cora’s involvement in Escorting, but not enough to prevent him from diverting some of the proceeds to him and his drug habit. I believe him to be very hypocritical, since he knew of her activity before their involvement and about her involvement with me which proceeded his. So, she escorts to help make up the difference between her regular income and the cost of maintaining a viable life. Yes, she has had drug problems herself in the past. It was during these times that she caused me a lot of grief and expense. Now, we are getting a long quite well and I regularly see her professionally and socially and help to support her.”
“Okay, I get the gist of this and can somewhat read between the lines, too. Has it occurred to you, that she might just be using you?”
“Sure, and that has been true in the past. Many things that are happening now tend to diffuse that worry. For instance, my allowance to have a friendly connection with her children. She would not allow that in the past and especially during the times that she was treating me badly. The generous amount of social time she spends with me, this is also relatively new just the last several months. And the fact that she sometimes spends free intimate time with me. This has rarely happened before. She also tells me that she loves me, which is new. Sure, this could all be window dressing, hence my concerns. But, it also could be a natural progression in our relationship based on her failed attempts with other men and my relative respect and honoring of her.”
“Actually, it appears that you have a rather well thought out assessment of the situation. Now let’s see what our agency can do for you.”
“What I am proposing is that she be tailed at certain times of the day, different each day, and it being ascertained if she is spending more time with her clients than would be justified by a paying visit.
I will give you her proffered work schedule and the assertions of what her other times involve. There are certain critical time periods in the week that will need close scrutiny of.”
“Okay, Mr. Martin, it is now time to talk about a retainer. We need to have at least 50% of the anticipated total in escrow. And contrary to some others, if we don’t use up all of the retainer, you will get the residual back.
From what you are describing, this could be costly. What are you willing to initially commit to this purpose?”
“I just won a sizeable amount of money in the State Lottery, which is at stake in whatever I chose to do about my lover/companion. So, I am willing to commit a sizeable sum to determine where things are with her. How about $25,000 to start?”
“Because of her schedule, she will need to be monitored from about 5 am to 7am, when she heads to drop her daughter off at daycare and then to work. She works basically from 8 am to noon, sometimes till 2 pm and a day or two a week until 5 pm. So she will need monitoring during lunch from noon to 1 pm, and from when she gets off work until 5. Then she will need to be monitored in the evening if she drops her child off at her parents and when she indicates on her Backpage Ad that she will be available late in the evening till early in the morning. That usually only happens at the first/last of the month to get funds together for her rent.
When your agent that will be working this case is ready, I will drive around with him in his vehicle and point out the known addresses of interest.”
“With your retainer on hand, we can start right now. I will be taking lead on this case because of the admitted sensitivity of some of the factors.”
“Well, Mr. Waterstruck, here is a cashier’s check for 25 grand, which I will sign over to you. If anyone but a legitimate L.E. officer asks me about this, I will swear on my mother’s grave that I am not involved. Do, you understand?”
“Yes sir, I do.”
After the handling of the check with an official receipt and signing of the services contract, which Mr. Martin recognized as a ‘boiler-plate’ contract form, he was ready to start the investigation. So, he asked if they could do the run-around right then, and The Mr. said yes.
They first drove over to her parent’s place in the P.I.’s nonde off white small sedan that is the requisite lightly dirty. Freshly clean and grossly dirty vehicles call attention to themselves, something that those who want to drive to places without people noticing, avoid. “That is their trailer there down the driveway. Her parents are sociable, but not trustworthy. And because of their sketchy activities, they closely watch over anyone in the area that they know doesn’t belong. The interest in their place is this, it is where she meets her ex common-law husband to let him have time with their daughter. She says that they are on the outs now, but if she stays the night with him that becomes unlikely. That is one factor that I want nailed down. Also, I think that she uses them to watch her child while she goes about her professional business, so their place should be monitored anytime that the kids are there.”
“I sure hope that you are recording all of this, too.”
“Yes, I am. I am recording all of the conversations that we have.”
“Good. Saves repetitions. Do, you have any questions about this place?”
“Not at this time.”
“Okay, let’s move on to the next place of interest.”
So, they then drove to Mr. Martin’s place which is not far from her parent’s place. He pointed out his condo on the third floor and mentioned that she visits him there from time to time.
Then they drove over a short distance to the little girl’s daycare facility. He mentioned that sometimes the father of the little girl, would pick her up without the prior knowledge of the girl’s mother. She would tell Mr. Martin how upset she was over this.
They then drove out to her place of work. She was there and so he pointed out her car. The license plate was not easily viewable, so that info would have to wait until a very fine long-range camera was available.
Next, they drove south to where she lived. It was only temporary, because of some creepy things that her ex common-law husband had done there and his refusal to stay away, which was a condition for her to remain. He asked the P.I. to enter and case the place some other time when he wasn’t in the vehicle and to be very careful how he did it, because the owner/managers and the other tenets were very nosy about any goings-ons in their trailer court.
They then proceeded to the public park that she frequented, usually with Mr. Martin. He showed the P.I. where they usually locate themselves when they are there to keep a close eye on the little girl while she played on the equipment.
When they got back to the office, Mr. Martin related the various hotels and motels that she regularly used in her trade. She moved about to not bring too much attention on herself by the managers and the police. He showed him the Backpage Ad that she used for him to be able to time some of the close observations of her activity. And mentioned that she was evidently working with her sister in the trade.
Then he went on to discuss Andrew’s place in all of this. How it was her fault that Andrew even knew of Mr. Martin’s place in her life and how he has been a constant irritation to Mr. Martin over the years. She truly loves him, because he is also Native-American, about her age and nice looking. Lately he had warned off Mr. Martin from seeing Cora, this for the umpteenth time, but with an added life threatening note on his door. This was passed on to the police with an official written complaint. Evidently the police warned him off after he came late in the night and slashed one of his tires.
He then went on to explain the relationship that he had with Cora, including the places and times that they were regularly scheduled to meet and with whom. He told the P.I. that he wasn’t concerned about observations of his activity with Cora, since they were very careful of public scrutiny, which is expected with the obvious age difference.
He closed with mention of Craig, an older guy that she had seen about the same amount of time over the years previously. And that she had also previously seen several guys who reported on an adult dating site. That was it all.
And the P.I. said that the info given was so thorough that he had no questions at that time but would get back to him if any came up. And he asked Mr. Martin if he wanted progress reports. Mr. Martin said that he didn’t. Just to give it all in one dose when complete. They shook hands and Mr. Martin left to have his life remain in limbo until his questions were answered.
Three weeks later he got a call from the agency, to come in to get the report and summation. He arrived to meet The Mr. at the appointed time that very afternoon. Again, he was guided to sit in the ante room awaiting his audience with the P.I. King of Big Town.
Soon enough his time came and he was guided into Mr.‘s roomy office and the provided chair, this time by the very able secretary/receptionist. He wondered at this.
Mr. had his sober and inscrutable face on. No reading of his thoughts at all. Mr. Martin already knew his own thoughts. He was worried.
Finally, the P.I. looked up to him and nodded. “First of all, I am informing you that you do have matters of concern to deal with in this affair. But, not all is grim.”
Mr. looked down at his notes and then proceeded on with his summation,” In front of you is a folder with a copy of all of the reports filed in this matter. There are first hand observations, pictures, a recording or two in written form and a group of summations based on what we have found out for you.”
“I will concentrate on the summation, as you will be able at your leisure to check on the facts that support them. As to your two primary areas of concern: One, the disappearances that occurred at lunch time appointments was her meeting with a known drug dealer to replenish her supplies. There appears to be no real relationship between them, but she does linger with him, probably to service him for a reduced rate on her supplies. He has stayed over at her home on occasion, with the little girl present. And as to Craig, she is seeing him often on weekends, spending extended time with him and sometimes overnight. Those are the most troubling facts that we have under covered.
As to her professional work, there are three guys that she sees regularly, mostly on weekends. They are well known on the ‘hooker board’ that you are a prominent member of. They have the reputation of being respectful and honorable in their dealings with the women in this ‘hobby.’ There is no indication at all of any social interchange among them with her, though.
She is practicing her profession with her sister, whom we understand that you have the hots for. But, she is not interested in you (actually not true, as she was seeing him regularly and pregnant by him at this time,) and you have the reputation of being true to one provider as long as you are adequately taken care of.
Neither Craig, nor the drug dealer appear to have any romantic attachment to Cora. They just seem to get more time with her, because they are especially useful to her in discounts for supplies given and higher contributions given to her.
As to you, you have a considerable reputation on the board. You are respected even by your severest critics as a soft-hearted but truthful poster, who tries to be fair-minded in everything that you say, almost without exception. They also say that you have a very quirky sense of humor that often amuses them.
Cora is accounted as a limited menu provider, a half and half girl. That is half the time with a blowjob, that she is very skilled at, and half of the time in full service, that is fucking. She is known to be responsive in that, too. She is not favorable to kissing or the playing with her breasts. Her rate is modest and she refuses to reduce it. She is also very good at Role Play. Especially noted were the Slut portrayal and the Sexy Nurse.
As to her relationships with the various men, she is noted to be friendly, but very professional. However, with you, it was noted that she is much more comfortable in your presence and that she is a great deal more affectionate with you. This is especially noteworthy because of your often grumpy nature and skittish reactions to difficulties as they become manifest between you two. She evidently is deeply in love with you out of the longstanding strong feelings of yours and your commendable manner of dealing with her, sometimes under a great deal of stress caused by her. This has caused her to be very forgiving of your regressions and patient with your grumpiness.
In our surreptitious interviews with her family, fellow board members and casual observers, there is a constant amazement that you two are even still seeing each other. But, most all of them say that you seem to be good for each other despite the many significant differences between you.
As far as Andrew is concerned, our law enforcement friends tell us that he is only a couple of more offenses (and even one if it is serious enough) from spending a considerable time in prison based on the record that he already has.
My fellow agents and I after consultation with each other came to the recommendation that you spread the facts in front of her, try to work out some kind of balanced means of dealing with all of this and finally: Give the Girl a Chance, She is Worth it!”
“Of course, it is up to you. That is all, sir.”
Soon after this, Cora came to live with me with her little girl, her son was still living with his father, but came to stay the weekends sometimes. Things were fine for some time, but then Andrew got very jealous and started in the abusive treatment with me despite the fact that Cora was seeing him a couple times of the week, once with the little girl and once just the two of them. And the jealousy was despite the fact that he was still not making any significant contributions to his girl’s support. Unless you count a second hand teddy bear.
So, when she was visiting him with their daughter one day, he kidnapped the two of them and made his way to the Canadian border to cross it. Despite him having a number of issues that would have prevented most people of crossing under those conditions, since he was a Canadian native that trumped the border guard’s concerns. And his native people picked up the three of them at the border to move to their nearby reservation.
Cora had to live as a near slave on his reservation, because she had no connection with the tribe, except her relationship with Andrew and it was tenuous as best, because they were not officially married as recognized by his tribe. But, the daughter had a standing because of her relationship to Andrew.
Not long after their arrival, the three of them attended a bonfire in celebration of his return. He got very drunk and assaulted and beat Cora right in front of their daughter and his kinsmen of that tribe. No one interfered until he threw her into he fire and then collapsed on the ground. Then two of the men pulled her out of the fire, and she was singed and lightly burned already
Two sympathetic lady natives took her in hand and moved her to a remote part of the reservation, where Andrew would never look. And they took the daughter and moved her to another place unknown to him.
When he awoke in the morning, the elders told him that he had killed his wife and that the daughter had disappeared to where they did not know. When he was suspicious and asked if Cora and his daughter were together, the elders could truthfully say that they didn’t know, but that it was unlikely, because the girl was still alive.
Word got down to Cora’s parents and he made plans to get his daughter and granddaughter back safely to her ‘rez’ and family. They got the two of them secretly moved into a small peninsula named, Point Roberts (U.S. territory) and got her onto a native fishing vessel from there and off to meet another from her reservation. And she hid out there for the time being. Marvin knew nothing about any of this except that she and the girl had disappeared under questionable circumstances.
Andrew’s relatives on her “rez’ got suspicious about her being there and so started to actively search for her. The authorities heard about it and suspended their privilege of living there. They were appalled at Andrew’s actions in Canada, and his relatives had been trying to cover for him. They moved to the ‘rez’ eighty miles south and disappeared out of Cora’s life. So, the channel of information back to Andrew died, except for what they could gather second hand. But, since none of the tribal members of Cora’s tribe would discuss it at all to protect her, they never got enough info to warrant a trip north to sneak in and find her.
So, things resumed between Cora and Marvin for the time being