Author; Ace, Storyace

title;  Barefoot in the 80's part 6; Malu returns to me

Codes; M/f reluct, voy, cheat, cuck 7,700 words

part 6 of 8

Summery; Lovely young Malu returns from school and is mine again for a while, before being seduced by my crafty old boss right before my eyes.

barefoot in the 80's part 5, Dan's mother

S end any and all comments to; storyace@hotmail.com

Part 6; I watch as my old boss takes my [other] teenage girlfriend.

Summer came, and the freaks returned to Dues Germanes. So did Mila, with Malu and her siblings. I tried to avoid Malu but in a village the size of a postage stamp that was never going to work.

Barefoot in the 80's part 7; burnout and renewal

I bumped into her in a narrow alley between two houses. It was early morning, cool and dry.

"Hi Malu."

"Hello Adam."

We both stood there for a moment; to pass by each other we'd have to nearly touch. If we did that it would be a declaration of hostility; or we could hug in a declaration of friendship. There was no middle, no avoiding the issue.

We hugged.

"I've missed you." She sighed sadly, gripping me tight.

Her big firm breasts pressed against me, her fine light hair was in my face, the smell of her brought memories of sex, love, and happiness we'd shared the year before. Her thigh pressed against me in response to my sudden involuntary erection. I couldn't let go; it felt too good to hold the girl against myself. Why weren't we together? So she'd been with another guy, so what? No one had made any declarations of monogamy, I'd been with Deena when she left.

Finally, we broke apart. Neither of us knew what to say; we stared at each other for a long moment. She was so stunningly beautiful; she was everything I ever wanted but couldn't have, not for long anyway. She was sex personified, she was love, she was sexy and young and perfect.

"I've missed you too." I said.

In fact my heart was soaring; Malu! Sexy young loving Malu, a girl beautiful enough to make me whole again.

Neither of us moved.

"Do you want to come up to the house for breakfast?" I asked.

"You mean your grimy gritty one room hovel? I sure do!" she said.

Not just beautiful in her body; Malu was beautiful through and through.

As I took her hand, I saw one of the old Marias watching us from her window above. She grinned approval at me through crooked teeth.

At my place we sat on the porch, had porridge, and we talked.

Malu had been going with the boy from her school; his family was wealthy and had a big house outside Barcelona. She liked him but she wasn't serious about him and it was over. I told her I'd had an affair too, after I'd talked to her on the phone. I lied to her though, and told her it was with a French tourist.

"So where does all this leave us?" I asked her.

"I want to stay here with you in your beautiful house in Dues Germanes." She declared, waving expansively at my little room. "Can I?"

"I'm just a man, Malu. I can't say no to you." I replied. "Everything I have is yours."

"Great! What have you got?" she enthused.

"Nothing." I said.

"That's what I thought!" She laughed happily.

We didn't have sex the first day; we needed time for our emotions to catch up with us. When we did, it was as intense as ever.

We made love again in that way we did, where the physical pleasure was secondary to the intense emotional thrill.

I looked into her eyes and caressed her, stroked her with my fingertips. I kissed her naked body, slowly, everywhere. I ran my tongue along her spine, my hard cock casually sliding along her leg.

I smelled her, inhaling her scent so it would imprint her in my primal brain. I ran my fingers through her golden hair, and kissed her mouth as she fondled my genitals.

The emotions were overwhelming, fabulous, and real. This was what I'd been waiting for my entire life, this was what I wanted.

All that sex was great, but it was just passing the time, preparing myself for the real thing. And Malu was it.

She rolled onto her back and her long legs opened. It was our first time all over again as my penis entered her; my head was exploding, bursting with pure, bonding, deep love for this most perfect girl, a girl who I could keep not as merely a lover, but as a partner.

Her skin, her texture, her smell, her taste permeated my mind as my penis permeated her body, joining us together again. I'd been with other women and she'd been with another man, and it only made us stronger.

"Wow." She said, looking into my eyes as I pushed in and out with slow intensity. We rolled over so she was on top, her big breasts gently bobbing with her movements.

I smiled at her, my beautiful Malu, my golden girl was with me again!

"Oh baby, this feels so good." She breathed, "It seems right to have you inside."

"It feels pretty good to me too." I agreed, dazzled by her smooth young perfection.

She sat up, and pulled her feet around over my chest, and then lifted them over her thighs, so she was sitting in a 'lotus' on me with my penis up her middle.

"My yoga teacher told me to try this." Malu said, closing her eyes in concentration, and then exhaling loudly as her vagina contracted around my rigid dick.

She opened her eyes as she relaxed her grip on me and inhaled again.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"I'm not sure, you'd better do it again." I suggested.

Malu laughed; "She said it would make men crazy!"

"Who is this yoga teacher of yours?"

"Red Monica. Do you know her?"

"Not intimately." I said, "What else did she tell you?"

Malu untangled her legs and put her knees down to either side of me again.

"Wouldn't you like to know!" she teased, and clamped my cock for another half minute, while lifting up and down, her big eyes and big breasts assaulting my self control as much as her surprising new vaginal strength.

"Shit, Malu! You're going to make me come!" I grunted, unable to hold back any longer.

I came inside her as she laughed triumphantly.

She'd graduated from the Barcelona school. She had to decide if and where to go for higher education; or whether to share a destitute life with me. Not that I planned to be poor forever, I just didn't plan at all. Hey, I wasn't even 20 years old yet.

Life in the village was bliss when Malu and I were in love again. The small ancient buildings, the big old trees, the fields and the stream all bubbled with joy. But Malu wasn't as taken with it all as I was; she pointed out that the nearest hospital was 30 miles away. The road was deteriorating again already, and there was no economy except for the few freaks and tourists who came in summer. Dues Germanes still had no electricity supply, no phone service or TV reception, and even the radio was scratchy.

She was doubtful about shaving her groin, but I got her into it. After I demonstrated the benefits [with my tongue], she was a convert.

I licked her, loved her, we made love and we were happy. The world revolved around Malu and I, our passion so powerful that nothing could harm us.

After a slow start, Malu started going down on me more. The sensation of her mouth on my cock as her big eyes devoured me always got me hard again, and for the first few months our sex became more and more intense.

I didn't suggest anal to her, although sometimes I fingered her tight little rear and thought about it. I told her how to fondle and stroke me with her hands as she sucked my cock, and she squeezed harder and harder with her vagina when we had straight intercourse. Malu soon had the skills of every woman who'd ever shared my bed, but with the enthusiasm of a seventeen year old.

We consumed each other, we kissed, bit, licked, sucked, ate each other. Malu would do anything for me, and that was mutual. She shaved off my pubic hair too; it was our kinky little secret, our hairless groins always ready for action.

The summer came in, hot and dry. The rains had been insufficient and we had a fairly severe drought. The freaks and tourists came in greater numbers than ever, mostly to stay in the new apartments and the hotel on the beach. Dues Germanes was a quiet, cool oasis of peace above the fray of jostling waiters and hustlers.

Trevor was doing a roaring business, it was the early eighties and his product was in demand. I had nothing to do with it, but I couldn't avoid seeing more than I should have. He sold wholesale, half of the cash in advance. Anyone who failed to pay was simply cut off from further supply. It was an efficient business model, low profile and profitable.

Trevor treated me decently and paid me double what any other gardener would get, and I was content. We had a code; I'd never tell his secrets, and I had considerable freedom about my working hours. He didn't care, as long as the place looked ok and I didn't get in the way of his business or his pleasures. He had Deena, I had Malu.

There was still water available for domestic use, but watering the shrubs was getting tough. The lawn was dead as a doornail and the pool level was low. The big trees around the villa had lost half their leaves.

The stream was still flowing right up at the top of the valley, but it only made it halfway down before disappearing into the dry soil. I told Trevor I'd try to arrange for my old friend Gonzales to bring a tanker of water down with his tractor.

Trevor drove out the front gate in the Volvo as I got onto my little motorbike to ride up the valley. I saw Malu's bicycle against the inside of the compound wall, so I went back into the house.

She and Deena were still as close as ever. Deena often drove up to Dues Germanes to visit, the Range Rover she drove was as big as our house and the coke she shared with Malu was often worth as much as I earned for several six hour days.

I wasn't comfortable about Malu's taste for cocaine, even though she didn't do it all the time, and never took much. But I didn't feel I had any right to tell her what she should or shouldn't do. She was her own girl, and made her own decisions. I was the odd one there, who chose to be different, the social outcast who didn't pollute myself with drink or drugs.

Anyway, I thought I'd poke my head in to see what she was up to before I left. The girls were in the big bedroom, and the door was shut. I decided to go around to the hay loft and look in from above.

It was fun to watch and listen to them; they were still so wonderfully girly together, giggling as they shared gossip, food, drink, drugs, and clothes.

Deena was pulling frilly sexy clothes out of her cupboard and Malu was trying them on as they talked.

"How are things with Adam?" Deena asked.

"You know Adam; a bit rough around the edges but totally sweet."

"Is the sex still good? Here, try this on."

They were so sexy; I massaged my cock shamelessly in the secret darkness, enjoying my voyeurism, knowing Malu would be available later.

"OH yeah." Malu said. "You know Adam... what about you and Trevor? What's it like doing it with someone that old?" she asked, letting her sarong fall to the floor so she could squeeze her body into the outfit Deena was holding.

"The age thing is hot." Deena said, "It's like the last frontier of forbidden relationships. It's still exciting, Trevor likes to do it all the time but he has trouble finishing; it's the coke."

"Wow, so how does that work?" Malu asked.

"Well he goes at it and I come a lot."

They both laughed, then Deena continued; "I do whatever I can to, you know... get him there. That's why I have all these sexy outfits. You look great in that!"

Malu was wearing a see through black crocheted net dress that was way too small for her tall body and grand curves. She spun around and laughed; they were both pretty high.

"When did you start shaving your twat?" Deena asked, looking at Malu's G-string.

"Adam likes it that way." Malu said, "He licks it that way! You don't shave yours?"

"I think it's a little weird." Deena said. "I suppose Trevor would like it if I did. There's no hair at all?

"Nothing, totally smooth. Here, have a look." Malu said, puling the G-string off and tossing it to the side. "It has to be perfect or it doesn't work. Stubble is bad."

"Wow." Deena said, sitting in a chair in front of her stoned and naked friend. "It looks really weird and really sexy."

I stopped breathing for a second; stoned or not, Malu was the one who had told me of her friend's bisexual leanings. And now she was pushing her shaved crotch into Deena's face! Did she want to get sexual with her friend? The idea was disturbing and hot. I have to admit that even though I was happily in love with Malu, I still had a little flame for Deena burning in me.

I thought Deena licked her lips. I'd seen her with Anna, I was sure she swung both ways; but that didn't mean she wanted her best friend to become her lover.

"Oh yeah, man. You should do it, do right now!" Malu suggested as Deena turned away and chopped another couple of lines. They both bent over and noisily snorted it up. They were toasted and having fun. "Trevor will love it, I promise." Malu added gleefully, bouncing around on her toes for emphasis, her big young breasts bouncing in the sexy outfit.

I knew I should get going, it was a work day for me. Just as I was about to tear myself away from my snooping, I heard Trevor drive up. I waited for him to go into the house to be sure he wouldn't see me coming out from around the back.

Deena, wearing a very sexy black corset but naked below the hips and with bare breasts, nearly collided with Trevor as she went out of the bedroom door.

"Hey baby!" Deena gushed, half falling on him. "We have a surprise for you! Haha!" she stumbled out of the bedroom and my boss came in to find my seventeen year old girlfriend lying across his bed naked but for the skimpy stretch net dress; her nipples were sticking out through the gaps, her sexy curves filled the room, her naked shaved vagina was wide open.

He looked at her in more shock than I was looking at him with.

"Oh." He exclaimed when he saw her. "I see."

For a few seconds, Malu seemed unaware that Trevor was looking straight into her open groin.

My feet were nailed to the rough planks of the hayloft; my mouth was dry and my heart felt as if it had stopped. My cock shrunk in my hand.

Not again! Not Malu! She wasn't like that, she wouldn't do that!

"TREVOR!" she admonished him, sitting up and closing her thighs as she swung her feet to the floor. But her breasts were still visible through the loose crochet. Was she too high to know where the boundaries were? In our hippie haven, the boundaries were hard to define at the best of times. Swimming and sunning nude was the norm. Hanging out in someone's bedroom and snorting coke was quite acceptable behavior. But being nude in that bedroom snorting coke would not be ok.

"Very nice, dear." He said, sitting down on the edge of the big bed next to her. "Fancy a little toot?"

"I've had a few already." Malu declared guardedly.

"Yes, I can tell." He agreed, "Here, have one from my special stash."

He dipped a little spoon into a tiny bottle and put it under her nose as she sat up straight to accept it, her big breasts bulging outwards through the stretchy net.

"MMM, cool." She said as she inhaled. "Where's Deena gone?"

"I think she's in the bathroom. No need to wait though."

I was frozen with horror; my boss thought Malu was there for him. I was sure that even stoned as she was, she'd tell him otherwise.

"I never wait for anything!" Malu said with a stoned grin. "Wow, that stuff is different."

"Crystal love, darling." My boss said. "Give me a nice kiss now, and tell me you love me."

"But I love Adam." Malu said.

"Of course you do darling, Adam is a very nice boy and an excellent gardener. You can love me too though, just a little. Love is bigger than one person dear, the more you give the more you get."

"I'm not sure..." Malu said feebly.

"Come on, just a little snuggle for a friend." Trevor insisted.

I couldn't see her, as Trevor's wide shoulders were in my line of sight. It looked like his arm was around her. His head turned toward her; could it be happening? Just like that?

I'd seen a lot of coked out people; their judgment got warped, but didn't disappear. She'd push him away now, it was a big stoned misunderstanding. My heart pounded in terror, like watching a person crossing a busy road as a truck bore down on them.

"MMM!" Malu grunted, and I could see my boss being pushed back.

"That was nice, wasn't it?" Trevor asked amiably.

Malu stood up suddenly, and then just stood there goggle eyed.

"Wow." She said dreamily.

Trevor stood as well, and put a hand on her naked shoulder. He was taller than she was, and wider. He wore open sandals, a loose white button down shirt, and simple trousers. His hair was thick, short, and mostly grey. Yet he was a handsome man, his face had that chiseled quality to it that women like.

"You look a little unsteady there dear." He said to her. "Here, hold on to me."

He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed my girlfriend's young body against himself. I saw her hands grip his shoulder blades. One of his hands went down to grab her teenage ass.

Yes, she was stoned. Even though I still stubbornly refused to conform to the social norm and take the stuff myself, I'd been observing the effects for a long time. People didn't do things they didn't want to do. Their inhibitions might slip, but only to a degree; nuns didn't become sluts after a few lines. Not that Malu was a nun of course. If she let him fondle and kiss her, it was because somewhere in herself, she wanted him to.

And if that was what she wanted, I had to know. Anyway, that was my rationale for inaction.

"Well, this is lovely, isn't it?" Trevor asked her, holding her against himself.

I could see her face over his shoulder; she smiled and held him, her hands on his back. "Lovely." She agreed.

"You're such a beautiful girl." Trevor said, "You can have any man you want, you know that?"

"I have the man I want." My girlfriend said.

Trevor seemed to have a different interpretation of her words; "I'm so glad to know the attraction is mutual." He said, "Kiss me sweetheart. Give me a lovely sweet kiss, dear."

"Oh no, Trevor, I didn't mean...."

His big hands held her blond head and his mouth was on hers. She wiggled a little in his grasp but made no real effort to break free.

"That's nice, isn't it?" Trevor asked as he broke the kiss. "Nothing feels as good as a kiss and a cuddle. Natural, primal like, don't you agree dear?"

"Yes, I suppose so." Malu said doubtfully, still in his arms. "I don't think we should be doing this though, it isn't right."

"Of course it's right, sweetheart." Trevor insisted, "Doesn't it feel nice, my hands on your body, your breasts against my chest? All warm and loving, just wonderful?"

"But you're with Deena and I'm with Adam." Malu said.

"Oh, they won't mind. They were at it all hours while you were away, so never mind them, just look at me. Do you like me?"

"Well sure, of course." Malu said, at which point the old man kissed her mouth again.

Malu seemed to melt, and I could see her mouth respond to him, her hands roving over his back.

She wanted him. As far as I knew, she'd only been with me and her Spanish boy; young Malu wanted to taste forbidden fruit, to have it off with an old guy.

His fingers pulled up the hem of the weird garment she was wearing. Her big breasts were squeezed between the two of them.

There was an etiquette to sharing the expensive drug; you could take a line or two, but then you should decline or have some of your own to share. Women were essentially excused from that, but if she took too many from a guy it would be taken as acceptance of amorous intent. Like expensive booze though, rich friends could share a bit extra with those less financially fortunate before it got weird.

Were we already in weirdsville? Definitely.

"Do you like that, darling?" Trevor asked her, as his hands slid up and down her naked ass and back, "Is it nice?"

She giggled in a weird silly way, her head lolling on his shoulder as his old hands stroked her.

"Oh Trevor!" she laughed, "That's too naughty! I don't think we should be doing this. Where's Deena?"

"I'm sure she'll join us in a moment." Trevor said. "How do you feel right now? Tell me honestly darling, is it nice? Do you like it when I hold you this way?"

"MMMM, yes." She admitted with a hint of regret. "It's sort of.... Beautiful. Natural."

He pulled the net thing up over her head, and quickly pulled open his shirt. My young girlfriend's enormous tits stood proudly in the big cool room, filling the small space between her and my boss as his hands circled her back, and then pulled their naked chests together.

"You're all hairy!" Malu laughed hysterically as he kissed her ears and neck, his hands resumed sliding up and down her long smooth back.

Trevor hadn't given Malu most of the cocaine though; Deena had. Even though it was his stuff, that meant Malu had made no unspoken promise to Trevor. Still, by kissing and hugging him, she was accepting his behavior. My heart twisted in my chest; what should I do? Did I let Trevor abuse my girl and me, use his position to take everything?

What if I just made a fool of myself, what if I was already that fool? How could I imagine I could keep a girl like Malu, or Deena? I'd march in there and she'd tell me to fuck off, I'd be even more humiliated.

"Oh Trevor, you dirty old man!" Malu giggled happily, tossing her head so her long blond hair fell in an unkempt tangle across her back.

If she wanted to fuck him, what should I do? What could I do? Admit I'd been spying on his private life and business for a year?

"Hang on there dear, let me get undressed." Trevor said, pulling away from her to drop his shorts.

She smiled crookedly. "Wow, Deena was right, you have a huge dick." she said, staring at his groin. "It's bigger than Adam's."

"Here, take a hold of it and give me a little fondle." Trevor said, taking her wrist and pulling her hand to his swinging organ. "Do you like it?"

Her hand wrapped around it. She looked down at it and her hand squeezed it. My mouth went dry; a kiss could be excused, but now the line had been crossed.

The girl I'd fallen in love with was a lie; the sweet young idealist was just another coke bitch, throwing herself into the bed of a rich old bastard. I'd seen it before, pretty girls can have whatever they want. Why work, struggle, or stress when all you have to do is let one of those wealthy men have their way? She was pretending to love me, but she was just using me to get out from under her mother, I was only a stepping stone to the easy life she could have just by smiling and opening her long muscular legs.

And Trevor; his pretense of honor was revealed as well. He was a self-serving betrayer. I was nothing, just his gardener; but that made no difference when it comes to love. He was stealing my girl, and this time there was no excuse for it. I had nothing except Malu. He had a wide choice of women, so why did he need to take mine? I'd been loyal to him, I'd swallowed his pretense of friendship.

Lies, all lies!

"It's beautiful." Malu said dreamily, "Really beautiful. So big and hard."

"It feels good when you hold it that way." Trevor grunted, taking her face in his hands and kissing her mouth. She still held his big cock.

I knew he wouldn't last long. He was selling too much, partying too often, fucking too hard. He had everything, but wouldn't keep it. I was young; I had time on my side. I watched him stick his tongue down my girl's throat, and looked forward to his inevitable destruction. I didn't realize just how quickly that was going to occur.

There was nowhere else for this to go now; barriers were broken, lines had been inhaled and crossed. They were having sex, as I watched through my spyhole like the piece of worthless shit I was.

Malu broke away from the old man, taking a step backwards. She looked shocked, as if she didn't know how she gotten there.

"Trevor!" she said, "What are we doing? This isn't right, we can't have sex!"

She tried to step backwards again, but the bed was behind her and she fell backwards, her legs in the air, wide and naked in front of my naked boss and his huge stiff cock.

"Of course it's right, sweetheart." He said smoothly, stroking himself as he loomed above her, stepping to the edge of the big low bed she was lying on. "I'm the big cheese, the alpha male, I have what you need. We both know you want what I have, there's no point in pretense. That boy can't give it to you, darling. You need a real man."

"Adam is a real man." Malu protested, "He's just...."

"He's not here, darling." Trevor wheedled, "Come on, nothing wrong with a little fun, it will be lovely and no one needs to know."

"I'm not sure." she said doubtfully, as his hands pulled her knees apart.

"I love that shaved pussy of yours." He said admiringly as he looked down at it. "Do you do it yourself?"

"Adam shaves me every second day." Malu revealed, lying on her back on Trevor's bed. "It's a thing we do."

"Ah, the boy knows how to trim a bush!" Trevor laughed as Malu crawled backwards away from him, on her back and propped up on her elbows.

"This isn't right Trevor." She said unconvincingly.

He got into the bed, following her, throwing his face between her thighs.

"Hey!" Malu objected.

"Oh go on sweetheart, open up and let Uncle Trevor have a look. You're not ashamed of it are you?"

"No, of course not." Malu said defiantly. And then inexplicably, her knees fell to either side. Her sweet young vagina was wide open and in his face.

My boss immediately dropped his head down into her crotch. Malu lurched and squealed.

"That's not just looking!" she chirped.

He looked up; "Looking, tasting, what's the difference? It's nice, isn't it?"

His mouth went down again. Malu fell back and lifted her groin as her hands grabbed his face.

"Oh! Yes." she moaned. "It's nice but.... But Trevor, I can't have sex with you."

"Well it's a bit late for that, darling." He said smoothly, "Fancy another toot?"

"No! I'm really fucked up, this is all weird, what the hell is happening here?" Malu said, sitting up and looking around the room. "What happened to Deena?"

"She left you here to get it on with me." Trevor said patiently, "Go on now, lie back and we can do it some more. It's nice, beautiful you said."

"I don't think Adam would want this." She said with a frown. Hope returned to my brain. Perhaps she was coming to her senses, our love was worth more than the old man's big house and deep pockets.

"He won't mind." Trevor said smoothly, sitting back on his knees between Malu's legs. "He's a good boy and he knows where his bread is buttered. He didn't make a fuss when Deena jumped in bed with me now did he? She and I were going at it for weeks and the boy didn't mind a bit. Everyone needs a little variety, Malu. How many lovers have you had?"

"Only Adam." Malu said vacantly.

That surprised me; she'd told me she'd "dated" the Spanish boy in Barcelona, and I'd assumed they'd gone all the way together.

"Really?" Trevor pressed her, "That's not healthy, everyone needs to have some experience. As it happens, I have plenty to share; just relax now, while I see to your lovely smooth pussy."

"But...." Malu objected feebly as Trevor got down between her thighs again.

She lay there for a few moments, grunting with her fingers in Trevor's grey hair, her big breasts pressed upwards between her arms as he tongue-lashed her. She liked it. She was enjoying having old Trevor's tongue in her twat.

"Oh no, no!" Malu whimpered huskily, "This isn't good, not good at all!"

"It feels good, doesn't it?" Trevor queried, lifting his greedy mouth from her crotch, "If it feels good, it is good." He continued, lifting himself up, pulling his knees between hers as he got upright, holding his big rod in his hand. It bulged with power, with the deep basic desire to plunge into my girl.

"You must do what you feel, darling." He said, "One-on-one monogamist relationships aren't natural, that's why they never last. You're young and pretty, you should be having fun, excitement!"

I looked down with a desperate mixture of fear, anger, despair, and lust. This is hard to admit, but a small part of me wanted him to do it. Like a pyromaniac who revels in burning down his own house, like a true masochist, I wanted to feel the pain.

He pulled her upright and kissed her mouth, then pushed her down onto her back, and got into position between her thighs.

I'd been living in dreamland; Malu could never be mine. She was too hot, too sexy, too precious for me to keep. Better to know, for it to happen now while I was here to watch, to know without doubt that I'd lost her. As I stared at Trevor's big hard cock through the hole in the eves of the roof, I held own stiff penis in the lonely darkness of my despair.

Malu looked up at him blankly as the end of his swollen rod hit her wet vagina.

I was looking right between her open legs; I could see the end of his big swollen penis as he smeared it up and down her pink wet center.

"You're a goddess." Trevor told her, "You're made for love, darling, no man can resist you."

"But Trevor, you can't just..."

But he could; and he did. His big rod pushed into her, forcing her vaginal lips apart, entering her body.

"Oh my, that's wonderful!" Trevor declared exultantly, "The most beautiful feeling in the world, don't you think?"

"Um; yes, I guess it is actually." Malu agreed hesitantly, still just lying there as Trevor did his thing.

"It's what we're made for." Trevor insisted, easing his cock deeper, "Age, race, religion makes no difference. Can you feel me inside?"

"You're really big." Malu mumbled.

"And does it feel good? Ah, that's just what I was saying you see, it feels good because it is good. And if it's good, then we should do it, right?"

Trevor pulled out a little, then slid his big old rod all the way in.

"Oh my god! Trevor, your penis is inside me." Malu complained loudly.            

Trevor pulled his old ass up and shoved it down again, hard.

"Oh!" Malu said.

"It's lovely, darling." He told her as he fucked her, "Beautiful, isn't it? It's just love making, nothing to be ashamed of, it's the ultimate rush. Everyone does it, just relax, enjoy it. You're my love goddess, the most beautiful creature in the world, and I'm your loyal subject worshiping your body, honoring you with my love."

He kissed her mouth, her big breasts squeezing out between them, his ass rising and falling with a fast even rhythm as he drove his big old cock in and out of her.

Malu's hands slid around Trevor's back, her fingers dug into his old flesh as he fucked her. She'd accepted him.

"It is beautiful." She grunted, "It does feel good, but...."

"Tell me you love my cock." He insisted, "Tell me you love how it feels , and how you want me!"

She just grunted, not agreeing, but not rejecting him either.

His chiseled old face was an inch from her young smooth one; she stared up at him as his hands griped her shoulders and his hips moved up and down between her open thighs. Her hands went to his skinny ass, her fingers helping to pull him into herself.

Why?

Did she want to leave me? Was it about the drugs? Or maybe Trevor was right, it was a primal attraction to the alpha-male. He was boss, wealthy, on top of the heap. On top of Malu.

I'd thought Malu was different, I'd thought she didn't fall for that bullshit. Trevor was a drug dealer; his wealth would all disappear the day he got busted, or ripped off, or overdosed. He was rich compared to us, but to the wider world he was barely middle class. He had a bigger cock, but only slightly.

And yet, gorgeous young Malu was in his bed, fucking the old git, looking into his corrupt eyes, and convulsing in orgasm.

She groaned and squeezed him tightly as he grinned in triumph, his big cock slipping in and out of her body without pause.

"Oh no!" she whimpered, "This isn't right, Trevor, not right..."

Her actions betrayed her words. Her legs wrapped around him, her torso bucked and her hands held on tightly as she wallowed in her orgasm, the destruction of our relationship, the crushing of young love, for what? A few lines of cocaine and a quick orgasm?

"It is right!" Trevor insisted, "Nothing could be more right than this, it's primal, it's real, sweetheart! You and me, right here right now, joined together!"

They rolled over, so the sweet young blond was on top. She looked surprised, again, as if she didn't know how she'd gotten there. She sat on his thighs moving forward and back, leaning over his face, his hands caressed her back, hips, and breasts. He sucked her nipple, his cock was deep within her.

She stopped, sitting still with his big cock still in her, and looked around the room curiously. Trevor looked annoyed.

"Don't stop now darling, I was almost there." Trevor said.

"But Trevor, you're so old!" Malu said, as if she'd just noticed.

"That's what makes it so exciting, dear." He said patiently, "It feels nice, doesn't it? My cock inside your body, it feels good, right? My hands on your tits, it excites you."

"Yes." Malu answered cautiously, "But I feel strange, like I'm floating, everything's weird."

I was looking right into her face, and she was looking into his. He heaved himself into a sitting position and pulled her tight.

"Put your feet around my back, that's the way." He told her, "Now look right into my eyes. Don't think about anything else, just me, and how it feels to be with me. Nothing else matters now; just you and me, my hands on your back, my cock inside you, the rest of the universe has stopped, they don't exist for us now. You're the goddess, beautiful and powerful, and my cock is my offering, all my devotion concentrated there for you."

Malu giggled; "That's so sweet!"

She looked down at him, his head in her hands, and smiled; Trevor looked surprised.

"Is that nice?" Malu asked mischievously.

I'd thought I was playing a joke on her when I told her she should hold her vagina in contraction continuously; because no one could possibly do that. But Malu took me seriously, and now she could clamp down on my cock [or Trevor's] for 5 or 10 minutes at a stretch.

"Fucking hell, you're as tight as a clamp!" Trevor marveled. "How long can you hold it that way?"

"Long, long long!" Malu laughed, "Do you like it?"

Her hips began to move again, her hands held Trevor's head, her breasts pressed against his chest, and they kissed long and deep; then she ripped her face away, gasping, groaning, coming, her movements urgent, lifting up and down on him, enthusiastically fucking sneaky old Trevor.

"Oh yes, baby, yes!" Trevor encouraged her, squeezing her young body tightly to himself as he heaved up and down with her, reveling in the triumph of her orgasm. "Don't stop now darling, don't stop!"

"You didn't come?" Malu asked, holding position.

"I came, but I didn't ejaculate." Trevor claimed, "It's a yoga thing, makes it last a long time. Would you like to change positions? What do you like? Do you want me to just give it to you good and straight? No? Doggy? Have you ever tried anal?"

"With that big thing of yours? Forget it!" Malu admonished him.

"What about giving head, do you like that?" he asked kindly.

She nodded agreeably, still sitting on his lap with his cock up her middle.

"Excellent, go on then." He said, lifting her off as he turned and lay back, his big cock exposed, wet and waiting.

Malu just sat there for a moment, looking at it; Trevor reached for her and pulled her close, his other hand directing the end of his penis to her pretty little mouth, which opened obediently.

Trevor stretched out on his back, perpendicular to my line of sight, as Malu lay across him, sucking his big penis just 12 feet from me. He caressed her head and shoulders as she lifted her head up and down, her hands working his cock and balls as she looked into his face, just as I'd taught her. She hummed happily and Trevor grinned at her approvingly, pulling her bottom closer to himself so he could run his hands over her ass and legs.

"You could sit on my face if you like." Trevor suggested.

My girlfriend lifted her mouth from his cock; "I like it better like this." She said, "Will you come in my mouth?" She went back to her task.

"If I do, will you swallow it?" Trevor asked.

Malu didn't like me to come in her mouth at first, and then always used to spit it out, and I'd always tried to get her to swallow.

"Why does it matter?" she'd asked me.

We talked about it for a while; I opined that it was a primal thing, the acceptance, absorption of my seed. She enjoyed me going down on her, and over time she came to enjoy giving it back. She'd started to swallow only weeks earlier, and it was a little joke between us.

Now she looked at Trevor with her big blue eyes, her mouth full of penis, and nodded that she would indeed ingest his semen.

His hands held her bottom, her thighs were open, and I saw his fingers push into her vagina, before pulling her to his mouth again.

"Sorry sweetheart, I just have to do it." he explained before his face disappeared into her groin.

They were on their sides in a '69', and I saw Trevor's finger push into Malu's anus.

Malu pulled her mouth from his cock, still holding it in her hand. "Oh wow!" she chirped, "That's wild!"

She was only a few years younger than me, but I'd been with quite a few women and [apparently] Malu had only ever been with me. Perhaps this was just something she needed to do, to get out of her system. Maybe, I thought desperately, she'd return to me after they were through, maybe she'd even tell me what had happened, maybe we would be ok....

Trevor finger-fucked her bung hole with one finger and worked her vagina with his other hand and his tongue; Malu held his hairy ass tight, his cock against her face, her mouth was open and her eyes closed, I could feel her sweet tension, I knew she was going to come again.

There was one long amazing night when I thought she'd come 5 times. Was Trevor going to beat me? Was he so skilled, so exciting?

"MMMMMMM!" Malu hummed loudly, "Ohhhhhhh!"

Her body quivered and jerked, Trevor laughed and fingered her, she stuffed his cock in her mouth again and sucked hopefully on him as her orgasm receded.

Malu rolled away from the old man, heaving her slim young sweaty body up onto her feet.

 "I don't want to do that anymore." She said, "I like doing it with Adam. We love each other."

"That's lovely dear, but I didn't come yet, that's not right is it? Come on now, sit back down and let's have a little more fun. Deena will join us soon."

He sat up and took her hand, and pulled her back like a yoyo.

"No Trevor, you're too old, and you're with Deena, and I'm with Adam, I don't...."

But Trevor pushed her over onto her back and was on top of her, blocking her words with his mouth.

 His hairy ass was between her legs again, and I saw his hand reach back to orient his big cock into position. He was in her again within seconds, pumping hard and urgently. He leaned down with his hands on her upper arms, pining her down.

Malu just lay there; his cock had shoved her objections out of the way. She looked at him with her big blue eyes, her mouth slack.

"There, that's all right isn't it?" he wheezed as he did her. "Just relax sweetheart, do that thing with your pussy again and I think I'll come! Squeeze me sweetheart, go on!"

Like I said, I'd seen a lot; and as I looked at Malu's vacant face, I realized that Trevor had given her something other than coke. Under the pretense of giving her drugs, he'd drugged her.

My heart began beating again, my paralyzed brain started to function, the rage I should have felt from the beginning finally exploded into my thick skull.

That was when Deena came back into the bedroom, still in the lace corset and stockings.

 "What the fuck are you doing?" Deena screeched, stopping in the middle of the room, her sexy body tense with anger.

"Deena!" Malu chirped in surprise, lifting her head to look at her friend over Trevor's broad back. "I..... Trevor..... I don't understand how this happened."

 "You ASSHOLE!" Deena screamed, "She's my best friend!"

Trevor pulled his big cock out of my stoned out girlfriend, and turned to face a livid Deena, sitting on the edge of the big bed. The log of a cock stood up from between his hairy thighs.

"Oh come on Darling." Trevor said reasonably, "Nothing we haven't done before, what's the problem?"

"She's not one of your coke sluts, she's Adam's girlfriend, and she's only seventeen!" Deena screamed, her cute little tits bouncing, "You cheating bastard!"

Trevor looked really chagrinned; I believe he really thought Deena had set him up with Malu. Not that he wasn't a total asshole.

"Jesus." Trevor muttered as he complied, "I thought you wanted me to, a surprise and all that you said."

As they argued, Malu got out of the bed and wandered to the window and stared out, her body damp from her struggles with trevor.

"Man, it's AMAZING!" she said, "You guys should check it out. The sky is all in colors!"

"You gave her some of that new shit, didn't you?" Deena demanded, "That MDMA John's been pushing."

"Just a spoonful to get her in the mood." Trevor said defensively. "What the hell is that noise?"

There was a huge thumping roaring sound from outside. I got my privates stowed away quickly. It was thunderous, a cataclysm. This was no stoned out hallucination, I could hear it too, something was really happening.

"They've fucking come for me!" Trevor screamed in sudden terror, and ran out of the room, still naked.

I scrambled down the ladder and ran outside into the bright sunlight. The air was filled with smoke and there was a huge red helicopter hovering over the front garden. Trevor jumped into the Volvo, still pulling up his trousers, and sped out the front gate; the fire service helicopter lowered a massive hosepipe down into the swimming pool and I heard the engine strain as the machine sucked the precious water up into its tank.

The valley below was on fire. More than on fire, it was a conflagration, an inferno. I watched the Volvo disappear into the billowing smoke. The wind was howling from the sea, pushing the blaze towards us, very fast. The forest was bone dry and nothing was going to stop it.

Barefoot in the 80's part 7; burnout and renewal

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