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Being Betrayed and Getting Revenge - Part 1 of 2 (Betrayed_#.txt)
Mg MMM+F MF
Interr, Cons, Pett, Oral, Piv, 1st, Preteen, Voy, Phys Abuse,
Implied Rape
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My wife and neighbor may have betrayed ME, but paybacks are HELL! My
reward for discovering my wife's infidelity with the big black Marine
was going to be his twelve year old daughter. My wife was immediately
turned into my neighbor's 'ho', to be abused and used until her painful
demise. I eventually got HIS wife after a brief 'adjustment' period,
but with a lot more love and tenderness involved than the way he
treated my late bride. If there is a moral to this story, it's to be
faithful to your spouse or partner, or take your chances with a guilty
conscience and eventually being caught.
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Updated on 01/01/09:
Lastnames: Likslit -> Lythes; Titsmutch -> Timaso; Stilhung -> Stilman.
All uppercase words correctly changed to lower or mixed case.
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For A.G.,
Your idea was truly an inspiration! I hope you like what my crazy mind
cooked up.
To the general reader, this work is a departure from my normal romantic
exploits, physical and sexual abuse something I am normally loathed to
fantasize about. However, taking a cue from a loyal and eager fan,
I've decided to try my hand in a different area of writing and see how
it comes out. True, this fiction is more a short stroke story than the
tear-spilled attempts I usually pen, but boundaries are oft times
pushed for good reason, my efforts to either be reviled or commended by
those that take the time to read past this header. Don't hesitate to
offer compliments or criticism, since without that, I won't know if
this work is either appreciated or passed over.
And now, back to our regularly scheduled dark fantasy . . .
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Peter Lythes, 28, got married to a pretty although fairly unremarkable
26 year old lady named Felicia Timaso and thought his life would be
just as normal and conventional as the life his father and mother had
enjoyed. He had always looked up to his dad with tremendous respect
and admiration, the proud father's confident walk and demeanor
something the son aspired to on a daily basis. Pete even remembered
when his dad shared some rather private knowledge about the older man's
adventures overseas when he was in Southeast Asia, plenty of sexual
wisdom provided with the intent to 'teach' his son what to look out for
and what kind of woman to marry and who to ultimately stay away from.
Using what limited information he remembered from a few subdued
conversations with dear old dad, Pete figured Felicia might be a good
catch, because her family was fairly well off and her father was
thought of as a pillar in his community. The funny thing was,
Felicia's dad and mom were far more conservative than Pete's were, the
hard working and well-connected old man certain to bestow some 'riches'
on his daughter when he kicked off. Deep down under that carefully
concealed facade was a man on fire, Felicia's father possessing a lot
more dirt on the rest of his business colleagues than they might be
aware of.
Before they got really serious, Felicia gave Pete head like there was a
time limit on how long her mouth was going to stay open, but kept her
thighs tightly clamped shut until AFTER the 'I dos' had been spoken.
Her parents had apparently drilled into her head that decency and
loyalty meant more than money, Felicia's past written like a storybook
fairytale and her panties kept tightly closed so nobody could find out
what mysteries they contained.
Pete had dated Felicia for about nine months before he couldn't stand
her constant pleas for him to either 'pop the question' or for them to
find their own way, separately. She had plans to be a mother before
she was thirty and her clock was ticking. Felicia even told Pete that
once they were married, he could have whatever he wanted, when-EVER he
wanted.
Most guys fall for the same line and never empty the 'penny jar' once
they're encumbered with spouse and taken out of action. Pete was yet
another example of a man being led by his dick and not able to think
for himself. Too Bad!
Right after their first anniversary, things started to cool down,
Felicia still in need of a baby but now more interested in activities
around the house and community. She was often the instigator of a get
together with their neighbors, the young wife's attitude and casual
demeanor comforting to the decent, upstanding and trusting folks next
door.
Felicia had kept her promise to Pete for a while, but as most wives do
lost a lot of her enthusiasm for time in bed and frequently let Pete
take care of business quickly so she could take a shower and go back to
bed. Their sex was still okay, but not as wild as the young bride had
promised. Just like most marriages in modern society, things change
and so do people.
Felicia seemed to enjoy their time in bed a few times but didn't always
exhibit a sense of excitement she used to prior to the end or their
week long honeymoon. Yeah, she did her best to display her need for
Pete to dominate and ravage her once in a while, but her trips inside
his pants for a thirty minute ride on the tube-steak express slowly
diminished to twenty, fifteen, ten minutes and then finally a headache.
In spite of his growing sexual frustrations and need to fuck something
horny and wet, Pete stayed loyal to his bride, provided for her needs
and accepted what she offered when she was 'in the mood'. Such is the
life of a modern American married man, always in need of relief but
clearly aware that his balls needed to stay in his pocket or her purse,
or he might lose what little he owned and what he had in the bank and
retirement fund.
Being the ever considerate husband, Pete also did his best to minimize
his formerly frivolous weekly expenses to no more than one round of
golf with the guys on Saturdays. Sure, it really wasn't that much for
the green fees and club membership, but $500 a month spent on a guy
whacking at a small white ball meant very little to Felicia. It was
plainly obvious that he could keep his bride happy with a slightly
higher bank balance.
Pete wasn't immune from the high fuel costs the country was having to
contend with either, so he started to ride the bus to work rather than
drive his big fat SUV. Taking the local shared coach meant an earlier
departure to work and later arrival home, but it also meant that
someone else was doing the driving and Pete could either do some work
on the way in, or take a nap before he got to either destination.
He got used to the new calendar once his routine was established, even
though it meant losing a lot of personal control over his old daily
schedule. It was quite a change to his normal activities, since he was
driven more by the clock than his work, but it wasn't truly that
difficult.
Since he was making changes, he didn't bother telling Felicia about
another major alteration in his work schedule. Now, instead of working
five days a week and eight hours each with a two hour commute each way,
he had opted to working four & ten with a half hour ride before and
after the busiest traffic jams. That meant a slightly earlier trip
away in the morning and later arrival at home, but the traffic was far
better than ever before.
Sure, he didn't have to drive, but sitting still in a bus is no
different than in an SUV, and the fact that a shifted drive during each
rush hour meant that his actual ride-time was much less than before.
The amount of time he spent riding almost balanced out from his former
eight & five shift, to his new ten & four routine. An added benefit
was the extra day off he got during the week, which allowed him to go
play golf without his lovely bride bitching.
Putting in longer days meant that he was more committed to staying
focused, working toward a big financial deal that would make his boss
and the owners of the tech firm pleased with his loyalty and hard work.
Sure enough, about five months into his new schedule and with his nose
hard to the grindstone, Pete was able to secure a nice contract with a
customer that had been on the edge of either buying in or going
overseas.
It was such a lucrative deal that the upper management of his company
afforded everyone on Pete's team an early half-day off and even an
extra day off after that to enjoy time away from the office, so it was
double goodie! The big bonus check at the end of the month and a hefty
increase in pay didn't hurt either. Felicia would be so proud of her
husband . . . if she ever found out about it.
Riding toward his home much earlier the day he was congratulated and
asked to enjoy some time off seemed odd, the sun high in the sky and
people milling about as if they really had something to do with all
their free time. He even got to take lots of furtive glances up high
school girls' skirts as they rode home from their daily activities
related to learning how to dodge homework. Almost half the ride home,
Pete had a hard-on that wouldn't go down, three real prick-teases
making suggestive glances in his direction and offering more than a
little show of their smooth silken thighs. He even got a number of
not-so-casual glances at their colorful g-strings, thongs and
see-through panties.
But like the loyal and dedicated husband that Pete was, he knew to keep
his hormones in check and his hands on his lap rather than inside his
pants. Sure, those cuties looked hot enough and certainly old enough
to know what they might be inviting him to do, but the law still
regards sexual activities with sixteen year olds as illegal.
When he arrived at his stop, he made his way off the bus with two of
the original three still giving him the eye, whispering 'Bye Lover!'
as he stepped to the concrete. He accepted the temporary adventure as
immature school-girl pranks and let it slide.
It took Pete no more than two minutes to walk the short distance from
his bus stop to his house but the moment he saw his place, he noticed
something odd. Felicia's car was inside the garage but the wide and
tall door that normally hid her ride was wide open. She normally
wasn't that careless, always concerned about someone breaking in.
Worried, he quietly made his way through the gaping opening of the
garage and crept into the house, expecting to find burglars or worse.
What he found instead almost made his heart stop, a cold chill running
up and down his back when he heard the unmistakeable sound of someone he
knew. But, that voice wasn't nearly as calm and relaxed as it usually
was which made Pete feel horribly sick.
Pete heard his young wife's voice as it sounded right after they closed
the door to their honeymoon suite, that unmistakable tremble that he
loved to incite when he pleasured his young bride with hours of lusty
fucking and constant sex.
But this time, Felicia was moaning, whimpering, wailing and talking
dirty, and Pete had no active role in stirring that form of exciting
expression from her normally chaste, relaxed and usually reserved
temperment. At first he thought she was being raped and he froze in
his tracks, fearful that there might be more than one man in their
bedroom, armed and extremely dangerous. He had to think of what to do,
and fast!
But when he heard her actually beg for a serious 'pounding' repeatedly,
he wasn't afraid for her anymore, but felt sick for himself.
As quietly as he could, Pete made his way down the hall to the slightly
opened bedroom door, the sound of bodies slapping and butt cheeks being
smacked disgusting but exciting at the same time. When he peeked
through the crack, Pete was absolutely horrified.
His large but normally gentle and polite next door neighbor, Barney
Stilman was kneeling on Pete's bed behind what Pete thought might be
some neighbor's daughter. Barney's back was to Pete and the door, his
movement constant and strongly expressive, a very impressive set of
black muscles displayed as his hands cupped the young woman's butt and
tits.
But that supposed young lady immediately removed any doubt about her
identity, her clear and distinct voice quivering at the same rate as
Barney was forcefully ramming his naked hips into Felicia from behind.
The sound of their coupling was so pronounced, Pete could actually hear
his big black dick splitting her, their highly lubricated union audibly
illustrated with lots of slurps, slaps and squishes.
For a moment, Pete fell into a relaxed haze, reminiscing the friendly
relationship that he'd shared with Barney, the huge but incredibly kind
black man someone Pete thought he could trust with his wallet.
Barney had been a loyal and trusted friend and neighbor for over a
year, his soft voice and tranquil facade never revealing what kind of
man was buried deep down. Pete now knew what kind of man Barney was,
nothing of their former relationship having validity any longer.
Aware that Barney had served in the marines for years, Pete never
imagined his neighbor would dishonor another man or his supposedly
faithful wife, the highly decorated 'Gunny' frequently repeating the
phrase that was drilled into his head at boot camp, 'Semper Fi', an
abbreviation of Semper Fidelis or always faithful. Apparently, that
only counted when it involved other soldiers.
Being a father of two lovely little girls, Barney was assumed to be a
mild mannered and decent fellow, respectful of other peoples' property
and mindful of any consequences if something inappropriate should occur.
The fact that Barney loved his gorgeous wife Latisha openly, Pete never
suspected him of having desires for another man's wife.
At the outset, Pete wanted to barge right in and interrupt this lurid
but obviously mutually delightful display, but quickly reconsidered.
First, the guy that was fucking the stuffing out of Pete's wife was big
and black, his broad shoulders quite capable of snapping Pete and a
dozen more like him in half without breaking a sweat, although he
certainly was working hard enough to produce a fair amount of
perspiration at that moment.
Second, the tatoo on his left upper arm wasn't put there with a magic
marker, the distinct emblem of the 'USMC' clear enough even on Barney's
dark skin.
That guy most likely could deal with the minor pain from a puny white
asshole like Pete if the angry husband might try something foolish.
What little effort the smaller white man may put forth would be nothing
more than a mosquito bite during the larger black man's morning
workout.
Third, it was openly apparent Pete's wife wanted the immense black man
to be behind her, stuffing her hard and repeatedly slamming her tight
ass with long and confident strokes that illustrated a natural
'endowment' that Pete lacked.
Barney's name was frequently offered with affection and lust through
strained calls, soft whimpers and gutteral moans, Felicia's voice
expressed with such intensity and passion that it made Pete jealous of
the large black man's talents and manhood.
"Barney! Oh, FUCK! Sweet Jesus, Barney! Oh GOHHHHDDD! Damn, Honey!
Fuck me good, Baby!"
With each of the thrusts of his strong naked black hips into her,
Felicia would moan like a $20 whore, her almost continous verbal
articulation of affection for her lover tinged with a lust that Pete
had never enjoyed before.
Pete had never heard Felicia sound so erotic and excited before, her
slutty talk and foul phrases carved from a XXX 'B' movie. It was as if
she had never enjoyed being sexually pleasured in her life, Barney her
first true lover.
"Oh, goddam Baby! Your cock is so fucking big it feels like you've got
your ARM in my pussy. FUCK, it feels so fucking good for you to stroke
me hard like this. MMMMMMM!"
"Damn right, Bitch! This big black meat is gonna split this tight pink
pussy like it's never been ripped open before. I'm gonna turn you into
my ho and you're gonna beg me to fuck the shit outta you."
"Geeeez, Barney! Fuck, Baby! Oh yeah, fuck me good Honey. Yeah, like
that. My poor little Pete only wishes he had a cock like yours, Baby.
His little dick isn't good for a nice tight pussy like mine. I'll bet
even your daughters wouldn't like his tiny prick."
Barney immediately pushed Felicia off of his cock toward the bed,
reached forward and slapped her face hard with a wide and powerful
blow. She reeled away from the shocking strike, cupped her cheek and
looked horrified at her formerly affectionate lover.
"BITCH! Don't you EVER talk about my baby girls like that or I'll kill
you!"
"Ohhh, Barney! I'm sorry, Baby. I didn't mean nothing by it, honest."
She immediately threw herself forward in absolute supplication and
enveloped his impressive tool with her mouth, his cock still slick with
his cum and her juices. Barney was about to take another swing at
Felicia but reconsidered his move when she never looked up toward his
face. She knew her place and obviously understood how to please the
beheamoth.
Felicia did such a good job of blowing Barny, Pete couldn't help but
get turned on, her constant demonstrative whimpers and savage attack of
her black lover's dick something that Pete could only have dreamed
Felicia could have given him. She had given what Pete had thought were
good blowjobs, but she had evidently been holding back.
Before Pete knew what he was doing, he was openly masturbating beyond
the door, watching the adulterous pair as Barney fucked Felicia's face.
There was nothing about this display that illustrated even the least
amount of restraint on their parts, marriage vows and manicured lawns
of no value at that moment.
"Just you remember, Bitch. If you EVER piss me off even a little bit,
I'll bring a whole bunch of my Marine buddies over and we'll fuck the
shit out of you until you can't stand up straight."
Felicia immediately removed her mouth, fell backward onto the bed and
pulled Barney with her as if she had been yanked back by a series of
invisible chains. As soon as she was laying against the bed she
normally only shared with her husband, she thrust her hips upward and
met the black man's cock as if it was designed to fit inside that tight
pink slit, Felicia moaning and talking to Barney in a voice that Pete
had never heard before.
"Oh, please, Baby. Bring your friends over, okay? I'll treat all of
them really nice."
"Lady, don't you push me. I'd no sooner walk out of this house than
bring my 'Unit' back with me and make you wish you never said that."
Felicia wrapped her legs around Barney's hips and thrust wildly into
him, grimacing.
"Oh, GODDD, Baby. Please bring them, please?"
"You stupid Ho! I'm gonna do just what you want and give you a day
like you've never imagined. The next time your stupid little-prick
husband is gone long enough, I'm gonna set it up so you'll be so sore
and raw that your cunt is gonna look like hamburger. You're gonna have
more cum in this tight white cunt than you'll be able to hold in one
night. Bitch, we're gonna do you fucking hard!"
"Yes, YES, YEEEEEESSSSSS!!!"
When Felicia let go, both of them convulsed wildly into each other, her
lower back lifted from the bed in stabbing thrusts, his hands holding
the contented phillandering wife around her hips as Barney forced full
penetrations into her that should have split the woman in two. And
yet, Felicia was doing her best to pull the powerful and talented black
man into her pussy with her legs and arms.
Pete's left hand was being filled at the same time the other duo
released, an orgasm like none Pete had ever produced spilling forth
into his cupped palm and only barely able to contain the impressive
load.
While the unfaithful pair were basking in the glory of one seriously
good fuck, Pete quietly backed away from the door, walked down the hall
and went to the kitchen. The poor man was shaking from a combination
of lust, fear, excitement and shame. His supposedly decent and devoted
wife had just fucked another man with more enthusiasm than poor Pete
had even been witness to before or after their wedding, and it damaged
him deeply.
After cleaning himself up, he dressed and went outside through the
still opened garage door, unsure what he was going to do with the
knowledge that his wife was now slutting herself to their nextdoor
neighbor and who knows how many other men. If she had her wish, she
was going to be the entertainment for a whole group of burly men that
were reputed to wearing out even a life-long professional.
Pete was so dazed, he started walking without any specific direction in
mind, an almost mechanical motion illustrated by his unthinking and
unfeeling movements. Having seen his wife being fucked hard and loving
it, Pete needed to clear his head and try to come to terms with how he
was going to treat Felicia from now on.
Should he immediately shove this information into her face and force a
confrontation, or would it be better if he were to just walk away and
never come back after emptying the bank accound and moving out?
So much was pouring through Pete's head that time seemed to stand
still, his mind racing with all sorts of possibilities and all the
repercussions of anything that he might try.
He mindlessly walked the same steps that normally took him toward his
bus instead of away from it along the same side of the house their
bedroom was on. The window to the room that his wife had been so well
fucked in was along the front of the house, the location of that lurid
joining something that he was now oblivious to.
Pete's brain was so filled with strife that only something absolutely
extraordinary would force him to take notice. That's exactly what
happened, movement catching his eye that was quite out of place.
It was difficult to discern any details at first, but as Pete cleared
his head for a few seconds, he saw a flash of color from behind the
bushes against his home. Somebody was along the side of his house and
peeking into the window of his bedroom, the very same bedroom that his
wife had so enthusiastically encouraged another woman's husband to stuff
her full of big black cock.
Unbelievably, there was a Peeping Tom watching his wife being fucked,
somebody else now aware of what Pete had witnessed and his wife had not
only fervently sanctioned but also wildly promoted.
The longer Pete looked, the more he became aware of the person's
details and saw how big the spy was. As hard as it was to accept that
somebody had visually shared in his wife's sexual antics, it was now
painfully obvious it wasn't even an adult. That's when Pete's world
began to unravel.
The moment he saw the person's face, he went three more shades of white
and almost died.
It was Barney's oldest daughter, Taniqua, a budding twelve year old
that had always been so polite, decent, quiet and exhibited the manners
of a perfectly chaste little girl.
Her nose was almost pressed to the glass, was panting, had her eyes
closed, was standing on her tiptoes, had her skirt pulled up, panties
down around her ankles and was masturbating herself with her own
fingers. The naughty vixen had been watching what Pete had seen and
was still in the middle of her clandestine fun. Not only did Pete
lustfully take pleasure in his wife's sexual exploits with another man
and relished the exquisite orgasm, Taniqua was watching her own daddy
fuck another man's wife and was obtaining just as much self
gratification as Pete had.
Pete wanted to stand and watch, but immediately knew he could use this
to his advantage if he developed his plans carefully. Not only could
he get back at Felicia for being totally unfaithful, but he could also
get back at Barney in a way that he wouldn't be able to do anything
about.
His feet carried him all the way to the bus stop, the next coach
arriving moments after he got there. Instead of getting on, Pete just
turned around and walked back at a sedate pace toward home. Enough
time had passed since Felicia and Barney had consummated their affair
that a normal and calm speed in the opposite direction would have Pete
arriving well after the two love-birds had cleaned themselves and their
sexual accomodations adequately.
By the time Pete got close to home, the garage door was closed, an
obvious sign that Felicia had been far enough across the house to
secure the gaping passage. Pete never saw Barney leave, nor did he see
Taniqua move from her last position behind the bushes. It made him
feel better and worse knowing that they were both skilled enough to do
that. Since he has seen them, they might have seen him as well.
Making as much noise as he could, Pete entered through the front door,
his typical arrival accompanied with the passage firmly closed.
"I'm HOME, Felicia!"
The first thing he heard was the shower running in the master bath, his
wife most likely doing her best to wash away any evidence of her tryste
with their nextdoor neighbor.
When Pete peeked through the partially opened bedroom door, the bed was
made up and neat and there wasn't a single bit of evidence of his
neighbor having been there nor anything of the lustful sex that his
wife had so eagerly encouraged.
It made him wonder how many times these two had been fucking, since
Felicia had plenty of time to take on lots of 'extracurricular'
activities while Pete was at work. It also forced Pete to reconsider
just how UN-enthusiastic his wife had been for over a year.
Had it not been for his unexpected early day off, Pete would never have
known anything about his wife fucking his supposedly decent and loyal
friend. Now, they were going to be watched and a scenario developed so
Felicia would eagerly invite Barney and his Marine buddies over for an
afternoon of white pussy being shared among 'faithful' friends. Pete
might also get an opportunity to exact some revenge, the kind of
reprisal that would cut so deep, the wound would never be able to heal.
It was time for some payback!
As soon as the shower stopped, Pete made his presence known a second
time from the master bedroom closet, perfectly aware that Felicia
already knew of his arrival.
"Felicia? I'm home, Angel!"
Angel. HAH! More like slut or whore.
"Hi, Honey! Did you have a good day or did anything exciting happen
today?"
While he was undoing his shirt, Pete softly spoke under his breath,
almost loud enough for Felicia to hear but still soft enough that it
was little more than a murmur.
"Ohhhhh, yeah! I saw something exciting today."
"What was that, Pete?"
In a more normal voice, Pete made a more genuine attempt at
conversation.
"Not really, Felicia. Just another boring day of people trying to fuck
each other over behind closed doors and supposedly decent and
trustworthy neighbors stabbing each other in the back to get some. You
know . . . the usual."
What Pete couldn't see was his still naked wife staring at herself in
the bathroom mirror with an expression of horror all over her face, the
woman perfectly aware of what she had done and feeling incredibly
guilty. Yes, she'd been fucking Barney for about seven months now, but
today was the first time she had actually invited the big black man to
bring over as many of his buddies as he wanted. All the previous times
they'd been together were quick, lusty and terribly exciting, Barney
the perfect man to give a horny and disloyal white spouse a taste of
something she could only have dreamed of before.
"How about you, Felicia? Did you do anything that you wanna talk
about? I'm sure you must have done something more than just lay back
and enjoy yourself this afternoon."
Felicia could actually feel a knife piercing her heart, her husband's
unusually calm voice and strangely appropriate words stirring her to
feel horribly unfaithful and dirty. She immediately knew how she was
going to release any tension she was feeling, a quick round of oral
masturbation for her dedicated and conscientious husband the perfect
thing to put him to sleep and keep his mouth closed.
Using a soft and sultry voice and wearing only a towel, Felicia opened
and then walked through the master bathroom door, smiling as wickedly
as she could and eager to find a man that she knew she could easily
manipulate with her body.
"Huuuuhhh-NEEEEE? Where are you?"
"I'm in the closet, Felicia. I'm changing into some sweats and an old
t-shirt so I can take a quick jog around the neighborhood."
Felicia confidently walked straight to the closet door, swung it wide
quietly and stood facing her husband, ready to let the towel drop to the
floor so her predictable husband would fall down to his knees and beg
her to let him have just a little bit of what Barney had enjoyed.
Pete had his back turned toward the opening, one foot raised on a chair
while he was tying his running shoes almost ready to turn around and
make his way toward a boring thirty minute workout. She had a plan for
the man and knew all she had to do was stand in his way and drop her
towel. Pete would take care of the rest.
Pete could see her shadow behind him and felt a combination of anger
and embarrassment. Little more than thirty or forty five minutes
before, his wife was laying on her back in their bed and encouraging
her neighbor's husband to stuff his big black meat as far into her
tight pink pussy as he could. It actually made Pete feel ill, aware
that he had pushed his own penis inside a woman that had most likely
repeatedly invited another man inside that supposedly protected domain.
When he could put it off no longer and his shoe was tied for the third
time, Pete spun around and threw himself toward the door as if he was
trying to jump off a bridge during his next suicide attempt. The
moment he was turned toward his wife, their bodies came together in an
uncomfortable 'WHUMP', knocking Felicia backward onto their bed.
He had timed his move and jumped toward her perfectly, Felicia flying
backward and landing on her back yet again. This time, however, she
didn't have the pleasure of her lover's thick cock inside her and was
extremely infuriated at her husband for knocking her down.
"PETE!"
"FELICIA! I'm so sorry, Honey! I didn't know you were standing
there!"
"PETE! You could have hurt me! If I had fallen backward to the floor,
I might have broken my back or hit my head. You need to be careful you
little prick!"
That was the first time she had ever called her husband anything so
vile, although being called a 'prick' was little insult compared to
what Pete already knew about.
It also seemed strange that Felicia would sound so injured after a
slight and meaningless fall to the comfort of their bed, her previous
exploits with Barney exhibiting plenty of flexibility and physical
stamina. Only an hour before, her back had been arched upward as she
thrust her naked cunt into that man's ample genitals, her body twisted
and contorted much more violently than anything Pete would have
attempted.
She immediately cupped her mouth and looked at Pete with a horrified
expression, aware only after she uttered the word what she had said.
"Oh, Baby! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean that, honest! I just blurted
it out because you scared me so much, that's all."
But Pete now knew how to play this new game, his awareness of that vile
reference passed over like some dirty sock on the street. Rather than
be alarmed by what she said, he wanted to make it seem as if he was
genuinely hurt for what he could have done to his loving wife.
Feigning a sense of regret and humiliation at 'hurting' his wife, Pete
immediately threw himself toward her and carefully lifted her vertical,
treating her as if she were little more than a delicate piece of
crystal.
"Oh, Felicia! Please forgive me, Angel! I'm so sorry for doing that.
Had I known you were standing almost naked behind me, I wouldn't have
jumped at you as if I was trying to throw you to the bed to screw you
wildly, 'cause I know how much you hate me acting so crudely when
you're not in the mood. I know I'll probably pay for that with another
month of the masturbation and the cold shoulder and deserve anything
you wish to mete out. I'm so terribly ashamed of myself for hurting
you, Honey. I'll try to make it up to you, okay?"
Felicia was filled with a mixture of superiority and pangs of remorse,
aware that her timid and easily manipulated husband deserved to 'go
without' for having frightened her so much.
And yet, she still had a peculiar and overwhelming need to throw her
naked body at Pete so she could feel justified for having given her
body to another man, someone that Pete actually looked up to and
admired. Normally, she'd give Pete a noncommittal hug and a kiss to
show that she really wasn't maimed in any way and then go about her
business, but she knew that something was different about the way she
felt.
The idea of having to face him for yet another boring evening with her
recent indiscretions still lingering inside her vagina unsettled her.
But Pete felt curiously empowered for a moment, a sense of superiority
filling him, in spite of the humiliation he had to suffer without
either Felicia or Barney knowing about it.
Pete then decided to go through with his idea to plan some sort of
strategy while running.
"Honey, look. I know I've fucked up royally just now, so how about if
I just make myself scarce for a little while so you can cool off, okay?
I'll be back in about a half hour or an hour. That should give you
enough time to forget what I just did."
With a kiss on the cheek instead of on her lips, Pete gave Felicia a
half-hearted hug and then quickly walked out of the room before she had
a chance to stop him. The idea of Pete sticking his tongue inside the
same mouth that had shared another man's huge cock almost made Pete
want to puke right there.
It happened so quickly, Felicia didn't have time to put her move on her
normally wimpy husband, her mind now tinged with additional shame at
having lost her chance to work Pete to the floor like an obedient puppy
after his master swat it on the nose. Before she could react, she
heard the front door close, Pete through and already outside.
Pete hadn't stepped more than five feet beyond his front door before he
saw Barney and his two daughters, the spy Taniqua, 12, and Latasha, 9,
both sitting on their bikes in the driveway. Both girls were being
tended to by their father like precious and cherished heirlooms, his
demeanor around them far more respectful and affectionate than anything
he might show any other human being, or Pete's wife.
"Hey, Barney! How's it hangin', Buddy?"
Barney was taken aback for a moment, aware that Pete looked up to him
because of his many exploits around the world and his commanding
stature, but strangely ashamed at having fucked his wife so brutally
little more than an hour or two before.
In an almost meek and docile voice, Barney greeted his neighbor with
the same sort of soft and composed gentleness that he'd displayed for
so long, a practiced and confident attitude around Pete to make the
puny little prick feel important.
"Hello, Peter! How are you this evening, Sir?"
The fact that Barney called Pete 'Sir' wasn't unusual, since Barney
always called men sir as if it was a sign of respect.
Taniqua also looked at Pete rather humbly, aware that she'd seen her
own daddy wildly fuck the nice man's wife without them knowing about
it, her fingers taking part in that lusty and incredibly exciting
sexual display that still had her insides tingling.
"My, goodness, Barney! What beautiful young ladies your daughters are
growing up into. I'm sure you've got to be the proudest father in the
whole country, aren't you?"
It was more of an empty rhetoric statement than a genuine expression of
admiration, although the twelve year old was starting to develop rather
nicely. Her snug top conformed to her small titties perfectly, showing
off two prominent points that were slowly pushing forward with greater
enthusiasm from the perceived compliment and her tight and tiny shorts
exhibited her full thighs and tight ass like so much meat in a butcher
shop window.
To add further to Barney's discomfort, Pete decided to do something
that he had only done openly twice before, both times only briefly.
Walking straight toward Taniqua, Pete threw his arms out wide and
displayed the air of a man that wanted to give a pretty little girl a
perfectly decent and affectionate embrace. The twelve year old felt
exceptionally aroused at this unprovoked but secretly welcome event,
her hidden desire to be thought of as pretty and 'a big girl' by her
nice neighbor.
Grinning back at the handsome white man, Taniqua eagerly accepted
Pete's offer for a gentle hug and also threw her arms out wide,
inviting Pete closer. In seconds, they were drawn together much more
quickly and with a bit more enthusiasm than Barney was comfortable
with, but since it occurred in the open and right in front of him, he
knew he couldn't accuse either of them of doing anything immoral or
illegal.
What surprised Pete was the level of enthusiasm that Taniqua displayed
for his hug, all of his previous offers meekly rebuffed or only mildly
accepted. This time, however, Taniqua seemed to be much more willing
to accept and enjoy this poor white man's affections, as if she knew he
deserved to be treated with a lot more respect than he was being shown,
more so from her own daddy than anyone else in the world.
To provide his new little 'friend' and fellow secret masturbation
partner with a bit more to think about in the quiet of her bedroom
after it got dark, Pete pressed his mouth very close to Taniqua's right
ear on the far side of Barney's vision and gave the twelve year old a
soft kiss, whispering words that made her previous tingles triple
immediately.
"Mmmmmm, you smell good enough to eat, Sugar. I sure wish I were a
young black man so I could take you on a date to the lake and see just
how sexy you look in a swimsuit."
Taniqua's body was immediately suffused with a tremendous wave of heat,
the sensation of Pete's face against hers and his lips along her soft
skin so thrilling, she could actually feel her pussy twitch and get a
little wet. She also felt the unmistakable pressure on her developing
breasts from Pete's chest, a sensation of their brief embrace stirring
Taniqua to ask for yet another more intense and passionate example of
affection.
Before she let Pete pull away, she pressed her chest into him and
rubbed back and forth slightly, the sensation of her braless titties
being stroked against his body inside her top stirring her to silently
beg for yet more tingles. In spite of everything that her daddy warned
and even demanded of her about not having any feelings for a white boy,
Taniqua needed to be with Pete somehow, to show him that he deserved so
much more than his wife and her father were secretly stealing from him.
Her daddy seemed to show so little respect to this gentle and kind man,
someone that Taniqua had secretly admired for his openness, honesty and
willingness to share a hug with a young preteen that wasn't from his
race.
Barney had always told Taniqua and Latasha that they deserved nothing
but the utmost of respect from any of the people they interacted with,
particularly any black boys or men, especially all white people, and
mostly from white men. And yet, that very same man that had always
expected so much of boys and men toward his daughters wasn't the least
bit hesitant to humiliate and demean a white woman with crude talk,
physical abuse and sexual denigration.
It didn't sit well with the twelve year old, because in spite of her
father's constant stern advice to be wary of older men, she had
secretly developed a crush on Pete over the last few months. She had
never actually received any overt invitations of sexual affection, but
was frequently encouraged to share a handshake or a small hug. During
a neighborhood party a month before, she was even offered a hidden kiss
by Pete, not the least bit sexual in a true sense of promiscuity, but
more a gentle display of tenderness and affection for a young lady
beginning to become aware of her own identity.
What really threw Barney for a loop was when Latasha did something that
he couldn't have expected nor wanted to encourage.
"Hey! That's not fair! I want a hug too."
Pete felt Taniqua resist him pulling away but was able to retrieve his
arms and gently retreat to a safe distance. He was then being hugged
much more enthusiastically by the nine year old, her desire to prove to
her older sister that she was just as capable of getting a big hug from
their nice neighbor as Taniqua was.
Pete knew not to piss Barney off, so he reluctantly pulled away from
the younger girl and smiled at her, being certain to maintain a
respectable distance from any tender spots with his lily white hands.
If there was one thing that Pete knew, Barney could crush him into a
tiny mass of pink slime if he got mad enough, the size of the man and
his many muscles fair warning to any idiot that got too close to the
black man's daughters.
"Thank you, girls. You're both incredibly kind to give a dumb old
white guy a nice hug and make him feel a little better after having a
rough day."
Taniqua couldn't resist the invitation for clarification.
"What happened, Mr. Lythes?"
"Ohhh, nothing unexpected, really. I just found out today that some of
the people I know and respect have been stabbing me in the back for a
long time. I guess I should have expected it, since I don't have a lot
of money or am terribly good looking."
Barney never even batted an eyelash. His training in the military must
have afforded him quite a bit of inner strength. It was either that,
of he was as cold as ice inside. His oldest then added to the big
man's frustrations slightly.
"I think you're good looking, Mr. Lythes!"
"Me too!"
GEEZ! Both Barney's girls were acting incredibly forward to a married
man, a married white man.
"Thank you, girls. I appreciate your trying to make me feel better,
but you don't have to do that. Besides, two hot little babes like you
wouldn't want to have anything to do with any stupid white guys,
because I'm sure your dad would think very poorly of anyone that did
anything to encourage more than a polite handshake or a neighborly
hug."
That's when Barney showed a side of himself that Pete hadn't expected.
"Come on, Pete! You make it seem as if white and black people are from
two different planets or something. We've both seen mixed race couples
in other parts of the country, so my girls being nice to you isn't
something that I'm going to chastize them about. As long as they are
shown the respect that they're due and not harmed in any way, I can't be
the least bit offended if you wanted to give them a hug when you see
them."
To hear the man say that was such a slap in the face, Pete was going to
make him eat those words, and soon.
"Still, Barney, I really owe your girls an apology for having done or
said anything at any time in the past that might have been the least
bit rude or forward. I have no desire to treat your girls any
differently than you treat my wife."
Pete actually saw Barney flinch, as if he was aware of Pete having seen
the big black guy repeatedly fucking his white wife with a lot more
rough enthusiasm than Barney might have shown his own spouse.
Knowing not to push his luck, Pete decided to go on that jog he
originally started on a few minutes before.
"Well, ladies . . . Barney, I guess I'll see you some time later."
"Where are you going, Mr. Lythes?"
"Nowhere special, Taniqua. I'm just going for a short jog for about
thirty minutes. After that, I'm gonna spend some time in my portable
observatory out in my back yard."
"Is that the big shed you have with the roof that opens up?"
"Yes it is, Latasha. I have a telescope in there that I use to look at
the stars when I need to relax for a little while."
"I've never seen what a real telescope looks like. Can I see it later
when you come back?"
"Well of course you can, but only if your mom and dad say it's okay. I
don't want them worrying about either of you after it gets dark.
Besides, since I'm gonna be out there until after midnight tonight,
your folks will need to tell me what time you have to be in, if they
feel inclined to let me share any knowledge I have about astronomy."
"Daddy? My teacher said that we're supposed to study the stars and
planets and the moon next month. Can I see what a telescope looks like
for real so I can get a better grade in science class? It would be
neat if I could make some drawings to add to my book report, especially
if I could honestly say I saw some of the stuff I've seen in books.
Can I, Daddy? Please?"
"Taniqua! You shouldn't pressure your dad like that, Angel. He
probably doesn't want you hanging around a white guy my age because of
what the neighbors might think."
"Pete . . . if you insinuate that my girls are some kind of racist
bigots again, we're gonna have a nice talk later."
"Gee, Barney. I'm really sorry . . . Sir. I just didn't think the
other people in the neighborhood would be nearly as cosmopolitan as you
and I are."
"Well, for your information, I have worked for, with and over a whole
bunch of different people from around the country and the world. I
have no unrealistic expectations of my girls having outmoded and
narrow-minded ideas about how they're supposed to interact with people
of different races and from different countries. If they'd like to see
your fancy telescope and get a better grade in science class, then I'll
be more than happy for them to ask you if it would be okay. How long
did you say you'd be out there?"
"Well . . . after I jog around a few blocks, I'm gonna eat something
and then start setting up around nine or nine thirty."
"Do they need to bring anything?"
"Not really, except if they want to take any notes. I've got
flashlights with special bulbs specifically for astronomy so all they
need to bring is themselves and anything that they will be using later
in science class."
"Can I Daddy? Please?"
"Sure, Nique."
"What about me, Daddy? Can I go see it too? Please?"
"Oh, come on, Tasha! You don't have any science stuff at school yet
and Daddy knows that."
"Nique's right Tosh, not tonight Angel. Since Nique is a little older,
she can stay out a bit later, but only until midnight. You still have
to get up in the morning and go to school, young lady, and I expect you
to be up bright and early with no complaints or whimpering,
understood?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Alright, then. So, Pete! Do you stay out the entire time your shed
is opened up?"
"Oh, yes! I can't leave any of the photographic or astronometric
equipment unattended, nor do I wish to leave your little girl all by
herself. If I have a day off like I do tomorrow, once I get set up for
some observing, I usually don't come in until three or four in the
morning."
"That late, huh?"
"Yeah. I kinda get carried away and time slips by a lot faster than I
realize. Felicia gets mad at me sometimes because she doesn't like
being in the house all alone at night. She'd rather have a warm body
in bed with her than to be by herself."
Pete was setting Barney up for yet another opportunity to fuck Felicia,
just the thing to get the big guy used to the idea that he had as much
access to her as he wanted.
"Well, if you're gonna be out there that late, if Nique still wants to
go look at the stars until really late, I'll let her be the judge of
what time she has to come in. But I expect you to make sure she gets
inside the house safe and sound, Pete. Deal?"
"Sounds good to me. What about you, Taniqua? Do you think you're up
to a long night of stargazing?"
By her enthusiastic smile and repeated nods, everyone in the immediate
area could tell she liked the idea just a little.
"Alright then. I'll be off to go jogging and then I'll be back in
about thirty minutes or an hour. After I get back, I'll come get you,
Taniqua."
"Daddy? Can I ride my bike with Mr. Lythes? That way, I can just go
with him right to his shed to see the stars and stuff."
"Are all your chores done?"
"Yes, Sir."
"And your homework?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Okay. Go tell your mother what you're gonna be up to and make sure
she's okay with it."
"GOODIE! Be back in a minute, Mr. Lythes!"
"I'll be right here, Taniqua."
The twelve year old was so excited, she almost fell over twice trying
to get off her bike.
Just as she had said, even before Pete and Barney could start another
conversation, Taniqua was back and anxious to go.
"Okay. I'm ready!"
That's all the information Pete needed to hear.
"See you after a while, Barney. We should be back in about an hour
then."
"Alright, Pete. Don't go too fast for my little girl. Keep a steady
pace so she can see the road ahead of her bike and keep up with you."
Pete knew why Barney wanted him to take an hour, Felicia most likely
still hungry for some big black dick.
"Let's go, Taniqua."
With Barney looking on, Pete and his preteen road partner headed off
almost silently.
Pete and his young friend hadn't gone more than halfway down the block
in the other direction before he heard the dog next door to his house
bark, a sure sign that someone was skulking around in Pete's back yard.
The black man couldn't even wait until they were out of sight before he
was headed to get him some more pink pussy.
"Mr. Lythes?"
"Honey, when we're by ourselves, you can call me Pete or Peter, okay?"
Taniqua giggled, the typical reference to male genitalia stirring her
mind into immature revolt.
"Yeah, I know, Taniqua. I have to put up with that all the time.
Consider what life is like for a kid going through high school named
after a guy's thingy, people always asking me if Peter's peder was big
or small or if my mommy's Peter needed to come home."
Even though she giggled again, she didn't want to. Taniqua was much
more sensitive about peoples' feelings than Pete could have known.
"Can I call you Pete, then?"
"Yes you may. Do you have a nickname that you prefer to be called?"
"Well . . . I kinda like the one you used when you kissed my face
before."
"Sugar?"
"Yeah. It kinda makes my insides tingle when you say it a certain
way."
"Really? Are they good or bad tingles?"
"Kinda good ones."
"Do you like to have those tingles very often?"
Taniqua trembled at the thought of having some more of those 'special'
tingles, like the ones she had when she was touching herself while
watching her daddy fuck Mrs. Lythes.
Unbelievably, it was a rather nice looking mid thirties white guy
making her insides feel all tingly and her panties all wet.
When she didn't answer for about fifteen seconds, Pete knew how to
approach this tender and highly sensitive subject.
"It's okay, Sugar. I guess it's a little embarrassing to talk to an
older white guy about such personal stuff. When you get older, you'll
know how to answer questions like that."
"Well . . . it's not so much the answer that was making me feel funny."
"It wasn't?"
"Uh unnn. It was something I was thinking about."
"What was that?"
"Mister . . . Pete? If I asked you a question, would you answer
truly?"
"Of course, I would, Sugar!"
Taniqua hesitated for a few seconds and while they were making their
first major turn, she softly asked for some personal verification.
"Pete? When you said what you did earlier when you kissed the side of
my face, did you really mean it?"
"Which part, Sugar. I said two things, remember?"
"Yeah. Well, I guess both of them. Did you?"
"Sugar, I'm gonna answer that question directly, because I know you're a
growing young woman and not a little girl anymore. Yes! I meant both
of them, genuinely and sincerely. I really do wish that we were the
same color and I was a lot younger so I really could ask you out on a
date. I know I shouldn't tell you this, but I saw you a couple of times
in your back yard when you were relaxing in your bikini on that lounge
chair. I think you look very sexy for a young lady your age and I wish
I had the courage to prove it to you."
Taniqua knew instantly how Pete could prove it.
Still able to see the way ahead because of her good night vision, she
carefully steered her bike into a small pothole, expecting the front
wheel to jump wildly at the moment of impact.
Pete wasn't quite as clueless as the twelve year old thought, his mind
already conjuring up a plan of his own if Taniqua wanted him to prove
his affection for her.
Just as they both secretly wanted, the moment the thin rubber tire
caught the edge of the uneven road surface, Taniqua turned the handle
hard away from Pete, forcing her body to fall toward him.
Fractions of a second after her bike twisted, Pete reached out and
enveloped his young road partner in his grip, catching her before she
could fall. He was so quick, he even held the bike up while stopping
her forward momentum.
"Whoa! Got-cha!"
It was where his right hand landed that surprised both of them, his
reach around her body far enough so his hand cupped her soft
cone-shaped right breast, holding it firmly and the man eager to keep
possession of it until he was discovered.
To his amazement and pleasure, Taniqua grabbed his right hand, but
instead of pushing it off her body to protect her chastity, she pulled
his hand tight against her body for a moment and then redirected her
own to the handlebar of the bike as she began to right herself after
she was able to establish her footing.
"Are you okay, Sugar? You're not hurt, are you Angel?"
Pete knew he couldn't maintain a firm grip of the pubescent child's
boobie, so once both of her feet were on the ground and she was able to
stand comfortably on her own, he slowly drew his fingers off and then
away from that precious and tender mound. But instead of totally
removing his hand from her body, he tenderly held onto Taniqua against
her right side just under her arm, close to but not directly in contact
with her titty.
"No, I'm okay Mister . . . I mean, Pete."
"Wow! You almost took a fall there, Sugar. I'm glad I was able to
catch you."
"Me too!"
For just a fraction of a second, they looked into each others' eyes and
exchanged a look of complete and unfiltered hunger, Taniqua at having
her first unusual crush with an older white guy, and Pete for
developing a way to get back at her horribly insensitive father.
After they looked away in embarrassment, they dusted themselves off and
resumed their way down the next street. They didn't say anything for
another half block, both of them aware of what Pete had done and both
of them trying to think of a way to do it again without being obvious
or childish. The 'accident' trick might work once, but Taniqua
wouldn't be able to get away with it a second time.
When she finally drew her courage up, Taniqua prepared herself for
something that she never thought she'd say to a white boy, much less a
white man.
"Pete . . . I think I like you."
"Really? Well, I hate to tell you this, Taniqua . . . "
She actually dreaded what he might say, their painfully obvious racial
differences most likely forcing him to act either out of prejudice or
self defense.
" . . . but I know I already like you!"
Her body immediately rippled with a wave of trembling heat, her head
feeling dizzy and her mouth incredibly dry. When she responded, it was
almost too soft to hear.
" really ?"
"Uh huh, but your dad wouldn't like me saying things like that because
he probably doesn't like the idea of a black person in his family and a
white person from right next door doing or saying things that might
seem the least bit nasty. I'm sure he's far too good a man to want to
say or do anything like that to anyone."
Taniqua felt horribly embarrassed about what she'd seen earlier in the
day, her incredible and almost insatiable curiosity about sex driving
her to do things that her mom and dad would have spanked her hard for,
like peeking into the next door neighbor's window to see what kind of
nasty sex stuff they might be doing. What she hadn't expected was to
see her own father fucking the white lady next door. It made what she
knew a terrible burden for the confused twelve year old.
"Pete? Do you think it's wrong for a black girl and a white guy to be
together . . . you know, that way?"
"Not at all, Sugar. If two people really love each other, it doesn't
matter what color skin they have, as long as they treat each other with
tenderness and affection and incredible gentleness. I may not be the
most eloquent person in the city, but at least I know how to tell a
lovely young lady that she's really gonna break some old man's heart
pretty soon."
Taniqua was getting more signals than she could have imagined, but what
could she do about it now? What small offer of invitation could she
present to this nice and obviously loving man so he knew he had her
permission to touch her . . . even down there?
Her decision was made for her when they approached the second turn onto
the third street.
This one had a fairly impressive hill on it, going up. As soon as they
got to the foot of the hill, Pete made an offer that sent even more
waves of excitement through his young road partner's body.
"If you need for me to help you go up the hill, just ask me, Sugar."
" Really ?"
"Sure. Just tell me where to hold the bike and I'll help you along.
It might also help me get a better workout by having a little bit more
physical stress by pushing you."
"Well . . . could you . . . you can . . . "
"What, Sugar?"
"You can put your hand on my seat . . . if you want."
"Okay. Right back here?"
The instant his warm hand came into contact with her bicycle seat right
behind her butt, she could tell he wanted to touch her as much as she
needed his touch. There was only one more thing Taniqua needed to do
to be absolutely certain of her suspicions.
"Pete . . . you can . . . you can hold onto more of the seat if it will
make it easier."
"Really? Thanks, Sugar. It really would make it easier if I could
hold the middle part."
To help her older white male suitor just a little, Taniqua stood on the
pedals and lifted her butt off the hard plastic seat about two inches,
not enough to permit him complete access, but enough so he'd be forced
to slip his hand right under her tight ass.
Before she could prepare herself for the sensation of a man's hand
right under her, Pete wiggled his fingers forward and genuinely wrapped
his fingers around the chunk of hard plastic that had been supporting
Taniqua's body. But that still left Taniqua with a dilemma. Should
she gently nestle down onto his mature hand, or should she be polite
and decent as her father and mother expected and keep her fanny up away
from his touch?
The fact that her so called 'decent' father had brutally sexed the
man's wife next door did little to prove that he wasn't above his more
basic instincts for fucking, whether the woman involved was his own
wife or belonged to another.
Aware that she was from the same stock as her adulterous dad, Taniqua
lightly settled down onto the back of Pete's hand, keeping her legs
spread as far apart as she could and still keep her feet on the pedals.
They both knew what they were doing, but both of them might be in
tremendous trouble if someone saw what they were up to. As long as no
cars drove up in either direction, Pete would keep his hand where it
was and Taniqua would allow it.
By the time they got to the top of the hill, Pete had done little more
than gently wiggle his index or middle fingers side-to-side against the
saddle of her cunny, the plump and rubbery softness of her pussy little
more than two layers of material away from him, and yet a whole
universe distant.
Just as they were about to approach the corner, the bright overhead
street light would make the location of Pete's hand obvious to anyone
within a hundred feet, so with a lot of quiet resistance from his road
partner, Pete gently tugged backward and removed his claw. The rest of
their trip was conducted quietly, both of them reluctant to try
anything else with a few cars making their way up and down the street.
Continued in Part 2 (Betrayed_2.txt)
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