Author; Ace, Storyace

title;  Barefoot in the 80's part 4; My young girlfriend Deena goes with my old boss.

Part 4 of 8

6,250 words

Codes; M/f, cheat, voy. M/F/F

Summery; Malu leaves for school, and I'm with Deena for a while before she dumps me for my wealthy older boss, as I secretly watch.

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

Barefoot in the 80's part 3; Attack of the teenaged virgin

Part 4; Deena comes again.

I came back from fishing down at the coast, to find English Anna sitting with Malu on my porch. Alarm bells were ringing; old girlfriend, new girlfriend, danger, danger!

They were cool; there weren't a lot of secrets in our little village, everyone knew about the Anna and I. Malu took my fish bag and went around back to clean the catch. Anna looked at me and shook her fingers in a downward limp-wristed way.

"That girl is HOT." She laughed quietly.

We caught up a little, then Anna told me why she'd come over; some rich English guy had rented one of the big villas down near the coast, and was looking for someone to help with the gardening and maintenance. Anna thought I might want the job.

"He needs someone cool who speaks English and Spanish and knows his way around." She said.

I didn't pay much attention to the 'cool' requirement, but that was a major part of it, because the guy turned out to be a coke dealer.

He wasn't like the ones in the movies, he was a soft spoken older man with a wife and two children. I got along well with him; I never asked any stupid questions, he paid me well and treated me more like a friend than a servant. He drove a modest car and nothing was too flashy, but they were totally rich by local standards. The house was huge and old, in a large terraced and gated compound. Aside from the new swimming pool, the place was unkempt and needed a lot of work to get it back to its former glory. The many huge trees that crowded and shaded the house also dropped a lot of leaves and debris.

A few weeks after I started working for Trevor and Martina, I came home to find Malu in bed with Deena.

No, not in that way. Well, maybe little a bit like that.

We didn't have much furniture; there was no place else to sit inside but on the bed. Malu was sitting with her head and shoulders propped up against the stone wall, And Deena was lying alongside with her arms around the younger woman, and her head resting in Malu's shoulder. Her leg was across Malu's leg too. But they were dressed. Sort of dressed; Due to the heat and general culture no one normally wore much, just some light cotton cloth wrapped and knotted. So their entangled legs were skin on girl skin. They looked deliciously intimate. Nearly sexual...

"Adam!" Deena cried when she saw me. She scrambled to her feet and we embraced, then kissed. I looked at Malu with one eye but she didn't seem to mind her close friend, my ex-lover, kissing me. So I squeezed Deena tight and held on for a minute. It was beautiful to see her again, to hold her for a moment, to feel those conflicting emotions the stunning Deena always induced in me.

"I thought you were living in Australia with Dan." I said

"So did I." she said, "I love Dan but I can't handle Australia. They're all straight Neanderthals."

"What are you going to do now?" I asked. "What about university and all that?"

"I don't know." She said, "But I had to see you guys. We don't have a house here anymore, my mom has a new boyfriend in Paris."

"Adam, we were just in the middle of some heavy girl talk." Malu interrupted. "So if you don't mind baby, would you please fuck off?"

"But it's my house!" I objected.

"I don't care." Malu said, "Do you care Deena?"

"No, not at all." Deena said, shaking her head. "Go on, out!"

"Don't look so hurt, meet us at my mom's for dinner." Malu said.

I had the sudden suspicion that they might do more than talk.... And I was willing to let it happen if that was what they wanted. Malu was leaving soon, back to Barcelona for her last year of school.

After dinner Malu and I went back to my place, while Deena stayed at Mila's house. We were really all one family.

The next day the three of us hung out after I got back from work.

"Trevor and Martina asked me if I knew someone who could help them with the house and the kids." I said.

"I could do that." Deena said. "If I had a job I could stay here for a while."

 I'd be alone in the village with Deena; the result was a foregone conclusion.

 "You realize she's just hanging out until I leave for Barcelona next week." Malu said as we crawled into our bed that night.

I spooned her from behind, my cock predictably stiff in the crack of her teenage ass as I reached across to fondle her great breasts.

"We haven't talked about it." I said. "You'll be away for 9 months."

"Deena will take care of you." She said without a hint of anger. "I don't know what we'll all be doing next year." She added. "Maybe mom will shift the family back to Copenhagen. Maybe... hell, who knows? There's no work and no money here, Adam. Don't wait for me, be with Deena while you can."

"I love you, Malu." I replied.

"I love you too Babe." She answered, yet without real seriousness. Love as it was in the 80's.... everyone loved everyone, so what did it mean?

I kissed Malu farewell as her family all piled into the car. I held her tight, unsure what would happen to us during the long separation. I loved her, but I loved Deena too.

The internet didn't exist yet, and there was no phone service to the village. Communication in those days was far more difficult, so difficult it often failed to happen.

Deena kissed Malu goodbye; the two girls were so close that they wouldn't let me ruin their friendship. It was sweet yet awkward, with a lot of suppressed emotions and fears, mostly left unsaid.

As the car rumbled away down the dirt track, Deena took my hand and we went home.

"Shit Deena, Malu has only been gone for ten minutes." I protested as she opened her long cotton dress.

"I've been waiting for weeks." She said. "Get naked."

Despite her tiny breasts, Deena's beauty was a level more intense than Malu's. Her sculptured face, perfect mouth, the way she held herself, her back always straight, her posture impeccable, her hair and clothing always neat and casually sexy. Her soft dark eyes and cute little button nose, her tight little ass that always begged to be adored.

Resistance was futile. Within a couple of minutes we were grunting and copulating on my unmade bed, my cock deep in her skinny body where it belonged.

I held her face between my hands as I looked into her eyes and fucked her. Deena was incredibly beautiful; she had too much class for a bum like me. We'd always had great sex, in bed we seemed made for each other. Out of bed, I was in her shadow. Her beauty, her poise, her social grace revealed me as the ragged uneducated hippie kid I was.

No funny positions, nothing kinky. Just straight in and out bong bong sex, my hard rod sliding up and down her tight perfect vagina, as we stared into each other's eyes, occasionally kissing, caressing. Just simple lovemaking, yet as maddening as the kinkiest act. It was like our first time all over again, reuniting our bodies after Deena had been with Dan and I'd been with Malu.

We came together in a wild intensity of fluid emotions, our tight young bodies made to please each other, our orgasms raw and primal, the kind that leads to long term bonding. I was so confused, my mind was formed around Malu, yet I looked into Deena's eyes as we came in glorious simultaneous orgasm. As I squirted my semen into her slim sexy body and her long legs wrapped around my back, I loved her too.

All the while knowing I could never keep her. Dan might have what it took, maybe. All I had was passion and a hard cock.

We rode my motorbike down the dirt track together the next day, to work as servants for wealthy people down near the coast.

I loved Trevor and Martina's kids and kept a close eye on them when they were in the pool. Martina was a little bit haughty, but she was mostly ok. She was a good looking woman in her forties, always well groomed and dressed. She was Dutch, with a great facial structure and big eyes.

Everything seemed idyllic until I walked into the house to find a tool I needed, and instead found Deena, naked, slipping out of Trevor and Martina's bedroom and into the shower.

Deena. Naked. In Trevor's room. There was no escaping that reality, and I felt a numbness descend over me like a blanket, that couldn't quite insulate me from the pain.

"Adam!" she exclaimed, as shocked to see me there as I was to see her, even though we both worked in the house. Her hair was twisted and disheveled, she was slightly sweaty, she smelled of sex.

Martina and the kids were out for the day; I was supposed to be somewhere else too. I followed Deena's long slim naked body into the bathroom as the world tilted below my feet.

"Are you shocked?" she asked coolly as she turned on the water.

"Yes." I said simply.

My mind went frozen for a while; Deena had just had sex with my boss! Lovely young Deena, MY girl, who never really was mine. What now?

"They haven't been sleeping together for a while." She said as the water cascaded down her long slim body. She rubbed water against her groin and looked at me.

"You're really with Malu anyway, aren't you?" she asked, her voice losing confidence as she spoke. "I mean, I'm just sort of filling in until she gets back, right?"

"I hadn't thought of it like that." I said.

"Well I mean, you didn't think you could just keep us both, did you?" she asked defensively as she soaped and scrubbed the long sexy legs I knew so well.

Once more, I thought of Anna and her practical ideas of relationships. Deena was never going to stay with me; she wanted much more than a gardener who lived in a mountain hovel. Even Trevor was likely just a way stop on Deena's journey, the rich old dope dealer experience, sex drugs and rock+roll fun.

"I guess maybe I did." I admitted as Trevor walked in, also naked. He had a very large penis swinging slack between his long hairy old legs.

"Oh... Adam. Well this is a bit embarrassing." He said gruffly, making no move to cover himself. "You weren't... I mean, that blond Norwegian girl, Malu, she's your bird, right?" he asked.

"That's right." I said.

He smiled in relief. Trevor pretended to live by a code; he was happy that his bubble of imaginary honor could be left intact.

"Well, that's all right then." He said, stepping into the shower with Deena. "If you don't mind, Adam..."

"Oh, yes of course." I said, and went back outside.

I was crushed; but they were right. Deena wasn't mine. I loved her, but I had nothing to offer other than a stiff cock and abject poverty. And it looked like Trevor had me beat in the cock department. I'm no needle dick, but my boss appeared to be porn sized.

Deena rode back up to the village with me on the bike as usual. But her hands around my waist and her little tits in my back didn't feel right.

"When did this start?" I asked her.

"Just now, this afternoon." She claimed, sitting on the bed we shared and looking at the rough floor. "He was having some lines and asked if I wanted a toot; I didn't realize how strong it was, not like the stuff he lays out at parties. I was zonked."

I was the straight guy, the weirdo who didn't drink or take drugs. Deena indulged a little, so did Dan; usually just smoke, but I knew she'd enjoyed coke once or twice before.

"And then?" I prompted.

"He asked me if I wanted another line. He put on some music and we danced a little; it was hot, the door was closed, he suggested I should take off my blouse. Everything was so surreal, shit I was as high as a kite... I took it off and he said I was beautiful. The most beautiful girl in the known universe he said; a goddess he called me. Then his hands were on my breasts and..."

"Go on." I seethed.

"I liked it. I wanted it Adam, that's the truth!" she said, tears in her eyes. "I love you but... I want him."

"Is it the money?" I asked. It wasn't an accusation, just a question.

"I can't say the lifestyle isn't attractive." She said. "I have to get out of here, Adam. This isn't the life I ever wanted, I'm only still here because of you. Look at this place, we don't even have a window! I've only ever been with you and Dan. I want to experience things."

Deena was a high-class girl in a low-class environment. We had great sex together, there was love and respect too. But I knew I couldn't satisfy her other desires; I couldn't supply cocaine and status.

Aside from wealth [or at least the absence of poverty] Trevor had drugs. Hashish and cocaine were the lubricants of our little society, and the source of the money that let the hippies hang around on the beach and in the hills, spouting their spiritual nonsense.

She moved into the villa the next day. Martina moved out soon afterwards, taking the kids with her to Holland. I drove them to the Madrid airport in the Volvo.

"You love that Deena, don't you?" she asked me, her voice tinged with bitterness.

"I do, but Malu is my girlfriend." I said.

"Listen Adam." She told me earnestly, "Don't throw your youth away being Trevor's dog. Find something of your own, something that at least has the possibility to get you somewhere."

She kissed me tenderly, and pushed the luggage trolley into the terminal, the kids following behind.

Trevor dressed Deena in gleaming silk and designer gowns, took her to parties and restaurants, fed her champagne and cocaine, and showed her off to his friends. They traveled and stayed in fancy hotels. Everyone envied them, the money, the sexiness, and the drugs. Old Trevor and young Deena were king and queen of the scene.

Everyone knew I'd lost my girl to my boss; I was in complete humiliation. I should have left, found some other work. But I stayed, living in the shadow of the glittery couple, the loser, the stupid grunt who didn't know how to live.

I looked after the house and garden, and watched.

I saw more than Trevor would have liked me to. The old house had a shed built abutting it, where I kept the gardening tools. When the phones had been installed a hole had been bored through the wall at the top edge of the big side room that was now Trevor's bedroom. There was a hayloft on the other side. Although the walls were all two feet thick, the hole was through a board at the eves of the roof. I could stand in the dark hayloft and look down at the whole room, and hear every word spoken unless the music was on.

I knew everything. I knew who brought his product to him, how much he paid for it, who carried the cash away, and where he stashed it all. I knew he had a ten inch cock and he put coke on it before he put it in Deena's mouth, vagina, or ass. And I watched her take it, the coke and the cock, wherever and whenever it was offered. It was terrible to see her corrupted that way, but it was her choice to make. She wasn't the first pretty girl to be seduced by a rich old man with a lot of cocaine and a large house. I needed to watch, to know who the girl I loved was becoming.

I became a voyeur, a watcher. I had no plans, no ambition really. I was sort of in limbo, waiting and hoping that Malu would come back. I spied on Trevor and Deena through my secret hole, playing with myself as they fucked on the big bed below. Yes, I made myself come as I watched my boss fuck my girl. I could've had a lover of my own, but not a lover like Deena.

There was a certain dark power in it; knowing things I shouldn't know. The intimate details of their sex life, and of the drug business that paid for it all. I had no plans to use the information, I just enjoyed having it. I knew my day would come you see; because although I was uneducated, I knew I wasn't stupid.

They did it a lot; Trevor was always horny but could rarely come due to his drug intake. He was tall, strong, and good looking; lean and grey, with a sharp prominent nose. His most attractive quality was his confidence though, the way his spoke. He was always sure of himself, quiet yet strong. He seemed to love Deena, he always treated her with deference, except when he fucked her.

He was an aggressive lover; he pushed her thin body into whatever position he wanted it in, then stuck his big penis in and did it like crazy. The surprising part of it was that Deena seemed to like it that way; she surrendered to the old man, opened her legs and let him do his thing. And she came and came. Deena might have moved in for the coke, but she enjoyed sex with Trevor just as much as she had with me or Dan. She liked submitting to his wishes, it turned her on to be that compromised girl.

I watched him do her doggy, I watched her ride him, they did scissors, they even did it standing up. Deena came, she came every time. She also clearly enjoyed fucking the old man; and he seemed to like it too, whether or not he came himself. He acted aggressively, yet his pleasure was to make her orgasm. It increased his power and pride to make the pretty young girl come.

Once or twice, I was able to look right into her face as she did it with him. I could see the passion, the pleasure, the orgasm written on her exquisite features. She was besotted with the big old man, maybe she even loved him. I stroked myself as I watched Trevor fuck Deena with long aggressive strokes, her glorious gleaming hair in his fist, and as she came, so did I, my orgasms painful in their loneliness.

I envied Trevor, yet I didn't want to be him. I was still myself inside somewhere, I would emerge from this darkness eventually.

 She wanted to please him, and she wanted to make him come; she would dress up. She spent a lot of time and a lot of his money making herself even sexier. High heels, see-through gowns, lingerie, makeup, perfume, and she hung on him physically as well as intellectually. Deena either loved Trevor, or faked it so well that it made no difference.

Sometimes she flirted with other guys who were around, even dancing with them, even making out a little, and as soon as Trevor had her alone he'd grab her and do it to her like a madman as she squealed in delight. She sucked him and fingered his ass so he'd ejaculate. I watched her swallow old man come eagerly, happily, glad to return some of those orgasms he'd given her.

 Yes, she loved the status, money, and drugs; but she was into him too. She enjoyed being his hot young girlfriend, despised and coveted by everyone. The hot young coke slut, trading her youth for drugs and glory, showing not a hint of shame. She held herself proudly, strutted her stuff around the villa in her high heels and expensive clothes, demanding respect from the supplicants who hung around the place.

A lot of people I knew came to score from him. I was surprised at how those hippies all abandoned their communist tree hugging anti-materialist philosophies to turn themselves into small time drug dealers. Trevor was easy with credit for people he knew, and the majority of them came back for more. With cash of course. There was no violence or threat of violence. If they didn't pay, they got cut off. It was a simple and effective business model, because there was no one else around with product.

I could have done that; it would've been so easy for me. I knew everyone, I spoke fluent Catalan and Spanish, I knew the scene. I could make five times more money without the work. I'd have girlfriends.

I didn't want that life, or the corrupt women who threw themselves at guys with coke. The option remained open, but I wanted to wait for Malu. If she loved me and stayed with me at my crumbling hovel in Dues Germanes, then I'd know she wasn't like the rest of them. We'd make these choices together, when she came back to me. I didn't have any moral problem with the business back then. Everyone I knew was at it, it seemed normal.

English Anna drove up to the villa in an old Citron. I saw her from the bottom of the garden where I was working, her diminutive height and huge breasts unmistakable in a short skirt and light blouse as she went up the wide front steps and met Deena on the big veranda that dominated the front of the house. I crouched and watched; they seemed to know each other already. I was rarely there in the evenings, so a lot went on that I never saw.

The two women went into the house. It was hot and damp from recent rain, and I was sure they'd be in the bedroom, the only part of the house with air-conditioning. I went around the inside of the compound wall, and into the old shed. Up the ladder, through the dark low entrance of my secret cavity in the roof.

My two ex-girlfriends were talking and laughing excitedly as Trevor chopped cocaine with a razor blade against a mirror. Was it the company or the coke that made them so cheery? They didn't even know themselves.

The girls had a small line each and Trevor had a big one. Anna told them all some gossip from Ibiza, Transit van John had opened a restaurant there and wanted to know if Trevor would supply him with product to sell.

"You know this bloke, Deena?" he asked.

"He's been around for ages." Deena said, "He's a creep; but his reputation in business is ok."

"Good enough for me then." Trevor said to Anna, "You can tell John to come see me, no problem."

Deena had been around the scene her whole life, she knew everyone. Trevor was a relative newcomer. Deena was a great asset with a great ass. I'd seen her weighing up packets and counting out cash too. People said she was a leach, a gold digger, but I knew she more than paid her own keep while she lived with Trevor. I didn't like it, but I knew she was his partner. Not an equal perhaps, but she did her share.

Anna put on a music tape, and I couldn't hear anything anymore. The girls both danced as Trevor lay on the bed brooding and watching.

Anna's breasts bounced and swayed, her tight ass shook, she flirted with Deena and glanced at Trevor. Deena looked over at him and he grinned at them both, lying back with his hands behind his grey head.

Anna ground her ass against Deena's; it was very sexual, the kind of thing that went on all the time and didn't usually lead to anything other than more cocaine, until everyone was so high they forgot about it.

I couldn't spend the whole afternoon up there, and I was about to go back to work when Anna pulled her blouse up over her head. Her big breasts were free, swinging around in Trevor's den. Deena took a step back, looking slightly shocked. Anna was talking, laughing, and gesturing, but I couldn't make out what she was saying. Deena looked at Trevor, then back at Anna, who was still dancing to the rock music, her boobs bouncing like a 60's gogo girl. She was 29 and gravity had been doing its thing. Her breasts were still impressive, but no longer the perfect tight globes that had once blown my mind. She'd had her hair done though. Anna looked good.

Then Deena took her top off too. Her firm little tits looked concave compared to Anna's massive mammeries. Deena smiled hesitantly at the older woman, who moved closer, pushing her pelvis forward until they were in contact. Anna put her hands on Deena's hips, still leaning backwards so their breasts didn't touch. They both looked at Trevor, who was nodding and grinning in approval.

Anna leaned forward, her hands slid up Deena's lean naked back, and they hugged, Anna's breasts squeezing out from between the two of them. They swayed together with the music, Deena's fingers moving up and down Anna's spine. Deena put her hands on Anna's face and kissed her deeply. I remembered Malu saying that Deena was probably bisexual. It sure looked like she was right, but I'd never heard of Anna being that way. It was incredibly erotic to see.

At the time it was normal to jump from one lover to another, even to have sex without condoms. But gay sex wasn't something most would want to admit to. I watched in utter fascination, my cock hard as I watched the two women make out. How much was for themselves, and how much was to impress the man who dispensed the cocaine?

Trevor got up from the bed and took his shirt off too, his wide chest a carpet of curly grey hair. He towered over the two girls, and wrapped his heavy arms around their thin shoulders. I saw one hand from each of them on his back, I couldn't see their faces anymore but Trevor bent his neck to kiss one or both of them.

With Trevor's back to me, I couldn't see much; I knew Deena's hand from her brightly painted fingernails, and Anna's by the heavy silver bracelet she always wore. The two hands moved over Trevor's wide back, and suddenly his belt loosened and his jeans slipped down his ass, pushed down by both Deena and Anna.

Trevor rotated a little, and now I had a clear view of Anna leaning against him, her face tilted up to look into his eyes. She was laughing, one hand around his neck, the other on his big penis, her breasts against his chest. Deena squatted behind him and pulled his pants down his legs, the tape ended and the music stopped.

"Well, you weren't exaggerating!" Anna said gleefully as her hand pulled on Trevor's meat. "Ten inches at least!"

The old man stepped out of his clothes, bent down and swept an arm under Anna's ass. He straightened up, lifting the small woman in his arms. She laughed, her arms around his neck, her huge breasts falling to either side.

I wondered if Anna would wrest Trevor away from Deena; she was ten years older but still only half Trevor's age. Hope stirred in my sorry heart, as if Deena would ever return to me and my poverty, when the world was hers to command. Besides, this was obviously arranged between her and Anna beforehand. Deena would do anything for Trevor, she had no idea of her own worth.

Trevor turned and dropped Anna on the bed. She sprawled with her short legs splayed open as if by accident, then she opened the waistband and whipped off her tiny skirt and underwear.

Trevor reached down and grabbed Anna's arm; he pulled her into a sitting position and pushed his big dick into her face. Anna opened her mouth obediently and Trevor pushed the end into it. He wrapped a big hand around Anna's small skull, smiled down at her, then turned his face to look at Deena, who was standing close by.

"Get yourself undressed, dear." He said in a gruff but not aggressive tone. "Is the door locked?"

"Yes." Deena said, smiling her approval at her man having his cock in another woman's mouth as she obeyed his command.

I thought of the threesomes Deena, Dan, and I had shared together. It had seemed so innocent, sensual, and natural. We all loved each other, and we were children. The scene below me was erotic but seemed contrived, more pornographic than sensual. Everyone had an agenda; not that they weren't enjoying themselves. It was sexy, but tainted.

Deena climbed up behind Anna and lowered herself behind, so her long legs were outside Anna's short ones, and her small tits were on Anna's back. Deena reached around to lift Anna's big breasts, kissing her neck as Trevor fucked Anna in the mouth. He moved his big cock into Deena's mouth, then moved it back to Anna's. Everyone looked happy, stoned, and horny.

He was the big boss, the man of the hour, rich and powerful with a big cock and a lot of coke. All the women wanted to be his girlfriend; it wasn't enough for Deena to be younger and prettier than the rest. She had to constantly work on keeping her position secure. The hot outfits, the perfect grooming, taking care of the house and food wasn't enough. Not many girls would do this for a man; not even in the 80's. It was a tour de force, a triumph. Deena had arranged a threesome for him. With another of my ex girlfriends. I wondered if Trevor knew his gardener had been there first? Did he even have emotions after taking all that coke?

Anna leaned back, sliding sideways; her ass was still between Deena's legs but their torsos were twisted around each other, Anna put her arm under Deena's neck and kissed her mouth. Anna's feet were still on the floor and her furry vagina was wide open as Trevor stood above them, his big cock undecided as to where it would go next. The women twisted apart and got into a better position on the bed, their legs in each other's groins, their breasts squeezed together, and they kissed long, slow, and sensuously. I watched, jealous and horny.

I was only 19 and I'd had affairs with both of those women, and quite a few others. Even as I masturbated in utter humility, I had my pride contained in me somewhere. I knew Trevor's kind burn hot, and burn up. Literally, it turned out.

He got on top of them both, one knee outside each of their tight round asses, his cock nestled in the crevice between their two bellies, he leaned his face down to theirs. The three of them were a tangle of limbs, hands went everywhere, there was laughter and kissing, with little cries of pleasure emanating from the heap of mismatched bodies.

I watched two women I still longed for have a threesome with my boss; it was the only pleasure I was going to get. My heart burned with pain, but my cock felt better as I stroked myself.

Trevor rolled onto his back, pulling both women on top of himself. Anna slid her small body over his big penis, and sat upright, her big breasts swaying, her mouth slightly slack.

"Ooh, that's nice." She commented, somewhat artificially. I could see her vagina, which had once been my plaything. That had been in my mouth, that had held my virgin cock. I saw Trevor's big penis stuck in there as little English Anna gyrated happily around it.

I didn't hate Trevor; I suppose I should have. He was just a man who took his pleasure as he found it. He was decent to me [other than stealing my girl]. I guess that was his gift, the ability to remain likeable despite the things he did.

Deena lay next to Trevor, he kissed and fondled her as Anna rode him. Then he lifted Anna up, grabbed her around the ass, and flipped her onto her back without pulling out of her. He pumped Anna with big hard long strokes, Anna groaned and gripped his ass, Deena fondled his balls from behind. Anna seemed to come, Trevor just kept going.

I'd seen this before; Trevor wanted to come, but his coked out brain just couldn't find the button. He fucked and fucked, harder and harder, and sometimes it worked. Sometimes it didn't. Anna came again, her pretty face contorting with orgasm as she gripped Trevor tightly.

The three of them looked so happy, so excited; they displayed no shame or hesitation. And why should they? They had no way of knowing that I was miserably watching them from above.

Trevor pulled his hard wet penis from Anna, and pushed it straight into Deena. Anna kissed her as Trevor fucked her, and I think she came.

Trevor pulled it out again and grabbed Anna's ankles, pulling her to where he wanted her, spreading her as she held his dick so he could shove it back in. He was using the two women rudely, fucking them both with his big rod yet without the tenderness and emotion that I thought made sex special.

As he grunted and pumped Anna, Deena got out of bed and went over to the side table. I thought she was after some more coke, but instead she took out her vibrator. She smeared some vasaline on it, and went back to the bed where her old man was still optimistically pumping away. Deena put a hand on his hairy ass and he stopped in the bottom of his stroke. She put the vibrator on his anus and pushed it into him, switching it on at the same time.

Trevor screamed in agony and ecstasy, whooping in unrestrained excitement as he came hard into Anna. I could see her face; she was smiling in approval as the old man ejaculated into her. Anna liked a good squirt, as I knew well. She told me once it made her feel appreciated. She lay still, holding Trevor as he came in her, willing to be the receptacle for his come.

Spent, my boss pulled out of Anna and rolled onto his back, grabbing Deena around her slim waist to pull her close.

"Baby, you're the best!" he told her breathlessly.

I looked down at my two naked ex-girlfriends, lying on either side of my boss who had just fucked them both. I masturbated, and I came in my lonely darkness. I enjoyed my orgasm, I enjoyed knowing their secrets while keeping my own.

I worked around the front of the house until Anna came out a couple of hours later.

"Hey, Anna!" I said with convincing surprise, holding my rake in one hand. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, just came for a visit." She said with a thin smile for the chump who worked for a living. She parked her pretty little ass into her old car, squeezing her big tits in to the small space behind the wheel.

"See you around!" I said with mock optimism and a wave.

She smiled without commitment and waved as she drove off and I got back to work. I knew she wouldn't be up to visit my hovel.

Everyone was on coke that year [except me], and drinking heavily too. I don't know where the money came from; everyone couldn't just sell it to everyone else. There were parties that went late into the nights, the girls all skinny and glittery, the guys loud and obnoxious, smoke, lines, and drinks everywhere.

In the mornings as they slept it off, I cleaned up the mess. The coked out people sneered  at me if they noticed me at all, and I treated them pretty much the same way.

I used Trevor's phone to call my mother, which was a great luxury. I called Malu in Barcelona too; she was shocked to hear that Deena was with Trevor.

"He's like, a hundred years old!" she cried.

"I need you." I told her.

"I thought you were with Deena now."

"I just told you she left me for Trevor."

"Yes, I know that now." She said, "I just didn't know... before."

"Before what?"

"Before I went out with Xavier." She said.

I hung up.

The winter came, the people left. Trevor and Deena went to the Canary islands for a couple of months. I never felt so alone.

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

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