“Tommy” Part 12

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“Tommy” Part 12″Tommy”By GentilePart 12———It was quiet now. Just a bit of gathering as Miss released the spreader, took that and the belt and left the room. Not a word was spoken. I kept my eyes shut. It wasn’t a rule, but, I didn’t want to see being seen. Not now. Not her. I removed the panties, checked the gusset, satisfied I folded them neatly, then spread my favorite quilt open on the couch, laid down and facing the back awaited Girl.A kind of shock would envelope me in the aftermath of Miss visits. Like when somebody on TV gets the living daylights beat out of them-they’re in shock. For me it was refreshing, an epiphany would take place. A renewal, if you will. A liberating cloak would cover me. Of course I knew that Girl was on her way and she’d be, well, everything. Aside from the Crescendo and in some ways even better was the arrival of Katie-Girl. It was in truth my favorite part. Miss was gone, she never loitered the premises. I’d imagine the patio door sliding & then sliding again. Miss stepping down into the back yard and then descending the steep incline thru the woods beyond.”Oh-my-goodness, Cully! My little Cully-boy, my little boy.” The descending roll-call the exact same each time, till finally I was just a little boy again.There is a part-The Wild Bunch-where the Bunch is visiting the ancestral village of “Angel” a (Bunch) member.”Don Jose’,” village patriarch:”Not so hard. We all dream of being a chi*d again, even the worst of us…perhaps the worst most of all.”———She’d come prepared with facial tissue, etc.. Wiped my tears, held fast as I blew my snout, then unscrewed her trusty jar of Aloe Vera Lotion. “On your belly, Cully-boy.”Almost a sizzle could be heard when she applied the cool green ointment to my well done buns.”That feels so good, Girl.””Just relax, sweetheart.”As she was treating my over heated rump my mind wandered to the interrogation I’d just undergone by Miss. I quickly reflected on a number of instances where Girl had been kissed by other men. The beating had indeed cleared my mind. Yes, I was pleased Miss had ferreted out my discovery of (watching). I had done all the things that Miss accused me of. I didn’t want to approach Girl, though upon reflection there’d been signs pretty much all along the line; Stolen kisses in in-flight elevator cars at the office. “It happened so quick, honey, I didn’t realize until it was too late. I think he burdur escort waited until he could board and we’d be alone. But, nothing happened, I swear to God.”Kisses in the lounge anti rooms on Fridays. “He put his hand on the wall, kind of blocking me from getting away. So it just happened. But, nothing happened, I swear to God.””When I turned around from using the pay phone to call you so you’d know I’d be late he was just there. And we kissed. But, nothing happened. I swear to God.”Opened mouthed kisses on the disco floor at a place in the Old Market area of a Saturday night. “We asked you if I could dance with him and you said it would be okay. The music was hot, but, nothing happened.” She didn’t have to swear to God on that instance. We’d left and coupled in the underground parking garage like two ani*als. She was uncontrollable. “He was so cute, Cully. His name was Mark.”There were more, but, she swore up and down that “nothing happened.” I put her under the “Swear to God” protocol and she swore to it each & every time.And another one: in a pinball emporium in the same Old Market District. She’d kissed the owner in the change room in the back. She’d gotten a part time job on weekends. Pay and I’d play all the machines for free. He also owned, well his mom & dad owned it: Casio’s Steak House down by the stock yards on 24th St. Yeah, Joe, Joe Casio. “He said he got lost in my eyes. But, nothing happened. I swear to God, honey.”It was coming back to me one case after another. Casio also owned that Disco where “Mark” had kissed her. It occurred to me that evening that incident took place she wasn’t real keen in going there. “Let’s just go to Gizmo’s so you can play some pinball. I’ll watch you.” I hadn’t been banned yet, I knew that for certain. Now it came back clear, the beating I’d just undergone had cleared the cobwebs! “No, let’s see if Joe is there. Say hi.” We’d walk up to his joint. The entrance was beneath street level. I looked down from the railing at the sidewalk above; you could see right into the place, he was behind the bar, and Girl, she was lagging behind, had turned loose of my hand. The look on that wop’s face. I didn’t think anything of it at that moment, but, I looked behind to see where she’d gotten to and she had the same look on her mug. (Hand in the cookie jar) look. “Why didn’t you realize that?” “But, she’d been sworn on the smooch in the change room.” escort burdıur “Did you make her swear on the entire time frame?” “Christ, no.”She scored my crevice once, twice, I plowed thru the third insinuation of her index finger as it brushed across my knot. “I’m going to lubricate this, Cully.”I believe it was her index finger. “God, you’re a tight ass.” She giggled.I could feel my spunk begin to stir. The beating, the anal penetration, her voice, that giggle, the rush of remembrances. She ran it in & out several times. “I’m going to blow you, boy. I’m going to leave my finger buried in your hole and I’m going to suck your stuff from your balls straight into my tummy. You deserve a treat. You’ve been a good boy, a good Cully-boy.” The knuckle head I was at once laid off the remembrances and made the decision to let her off the hook about swallowing my essence. I hadn’t cum in about a week. God only knew what was stored in my overloaded and most likly tainted Cowper’s Gland. No, I couldn’t do that to her even though I finally figured out why I was driven to watch. She’d driven me there. Oh, and a another case crested my keened consciousness:In the Belle Bowl one Saturday afternoon. We had our balls stored there in those little lockers. It’s our home alley if you will. “I was kind of trapped between the two rows of lockers, that little aisle area over there. Remember? He was getting his bowling ball out at the same time I was getting our balls out. Remember, you sent me to get both balls because you wanted to play pinball. Remember? He kissed me. I should have dropped your 16 pounder on his foot, that would’ve fixed his wagon, huh?”Again, since I was there nothing happened, but, she’d told me while we were bowling, not when the kiss took place. “I didn’t want to tell you until he left. He’s gone, Cully.” We both agreed it was better just to leave, go home and talk about it. “You were so upset. Remember what happened?”Yeah, she was incredibly wet when she sat on my face. And then wouldn’t kiss me when she got off. Yeah, I remembered.She tapped my prostate gland. “Feels good, doesn’t it, Cully-boy? Cully’s no-no secret place. Once more for good luck.” A firmer tap. We had a coffee table book on human anatomy. Girl knew whence she tapped.”Please, Girl.””I’m going to take it out, get you situated on your back and then I’ll re-insert it, nice and deep. Real deep. But, only one finger, burdur escort bayan Cully. You’re too much a tight ass to get two in there.” She ran her nails across the bottoms of my feet.I squealed.”I should tickle you to orgasm sometime.”Her pattern of indiscretions could wait. I turned over. My roasted bottom on fire.”Cully! My goodness, look at your boner.” She giggled.”Don’t you worry, mama is going to take care of that for her Cully-boy.”I couldn’t let her do it. “Girl, you’d better not swallow. I haven’t cum in about a week. With all the craziness goings on and you being..with…well,,,there is going to be too much and it’ll be thick and gross. It’s okay, just let it go. Alright?””Cully, that’s so kind of you. Thank you, darling. Next time then, I promise. Now, lay back and relax. Since you’ve been a good boy. I’ll be a good girl and use 2 fingers, tight ass, or not. Draw your knees up, baby.” I obeyed. “That-a-boy.” She tinged her tone with baby-talk. This was going to blow the top of my head off.”Girl promises not to squeeze too hard, but, I’m going to hold your sack in one hand, and fuck that ass with the other. Once you release I’ll turn loose your bag and steer the jet.””Please, Girl, finish it. God help me. God help me. God help me!!!”I squeezed my eyes shut. And who should appear but that damn Miss. I wanted to follow her into those dark woods and see what was under that sweat shirt. Did she have a bra on under there, or were her breasts bare, those perfect nipples rubbing up against that soft flannel on the inside of that sweat shirt? I’d eat her pink tennis shoes right off her bare feet. No socks to a Crescendo? Break her glasses so she couldn’t tease me anymore with them. Then apologize & beg her forgiveness for breaking them.Girl was squeezing too hard on my testicles. I wanted her to squeeze harder.I peeked as she licked the fresh finger and licked the used finger and shoved both in one directed drive. It was too full and I felt the lid flip over. Hot lava. Nothing was going to stop it.”My-Cully-boy.” That-was-it.She caught me peeking, pursed her lips once then twice before engulfing my cock. She’d lost her tonsils as a c***d. “That’s weird that you still have yours, Cully.” We were face-to-face, in my basement with my Electric Football Game on the counter, mother and my dad upstairs…Dad:. “Cully! Be nice to her now. She’s your guest.””Yeah, don’t hit me with a snowball again, Cully, you mean boy, you.” She teased. Those hazel eyes, with specks of dark gold. I hit her uvula and don’t remember much thereafter. Just the cool air after she pulled it back thru the hot velvet of her mouth.(to be continued)

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