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Bambi & Darla: Jamaica Vacation
Copyright 2011 by Whiskey McNaughton
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Bambi & Darla: Jamaica Vacation
Chapter one
“Oh, Meester Jack, you are so strong,” the black-haired Latina woman dressed in the maid’s outfit of dark blue and butter cream was bent forward over the back of the divan that was designed in a low-slung French Provincial style. Just perfect for going at the hired help on a warm summer afternoon, if you were to ask the owner of the mansion wherein this session of afternoon delight was in progress. And since Jack Cuttey was the owner as well as the man currently connected to this maid through erectile penetration, he would know best. “I can hardly breathe.”
“Really, Maria,” Jack was having a hard time catching his own breath. He was no longer the youthful, virile scalawag he once was, back when his first wife Norma was the matron of this palatial mansion and he had first begun “dilly-dallying” with the female help. “How long have the two of us been doing this same thing in this house – seventeen, eighteen years now?”
“Twenty, Meester Jack,” Maria replied, her more than ample bosoms bouncing against the back of the divan as her employer rammed her from behind, his favorite position – if you were to ask him. Perhaps mostly because he was able to stand while fucking and these days, with his being in his late seventies, Jack Cuttey preferred standing to lying down while fucking any day of the week.
“Twenty? Are you sure it’s been that long?” It was obvious “Meester Jack” was a pro at holding conversations while thusly engaged. He never missed a beat with the thrust of his hips and his words continued flowing as impeccably as though he were still sitting on the bench in the Superior Court, a position he retired only a year previously from.
“Si, Meester Jack. My Darla, she is nineteen now and…”
“Say no more, Maria. I get the picture. “ Jack did so dislike being reminded that the young Latina girl who had grown up in his own home, the daughter of this still intoxicating maid, since she herself was only thirty-eight years old, having come into Jack Cuttey’s employ when she was barely eighteen, was also his own unclaimed and illegal bastard daughter. Jack always told everyone who visited his home and noticed the quiet girl with the hair as raven as her mother’s yet with a chin that was definitely reminiscent of his own, that he loved Darla like she was his own daughter. He just never told anyone she actually was his daughter. That could pose many legal problems for him, not the least of which could come from his two children from his first wife, whom he was married to at the time Darla was born.
Norma had been deceased for the past eight years and Jack had remarried less than a year later, leaving everyone to believe he and his second wife had been involved in an illicit affair long before his late wife died from choking on a fish bone in a French restaurant in Manhattan. They had, of course, but neither admitted to such.
Then his second wife was about to divorce him for infidelity when she died as well, this time in a collision where the driver of the other car T-boned the car Veronica had been riding within in the back seat. The driver of her vehicle was virtually unscathed and the driver of the other car not only disappeared, but later it was discovered had stolen the vehicle which was used in the vehicular homicide, meaning that the police had absolutely no leads in being able to identify the hit-and-run driver. The two of them had not had any children, thankfully.
Now he was single and he had determined and affirmed he would remain single for the remainder of his life, not wanting to muddy the waters any further than he already had with legal and illegal heirs once he kicked the bucket. He much preferred dilly-dallying with the hired help and any other free piece of meat he might come across in the course of his daily ventures.
“Well, what I was going to say, Maria, is that after all these years you don’t need to pay me false compliments to attempt to build up my confidence.”
“What you mean, Meester Jack?” Maria looked over her shoulder, wishing he would hurry up and finish. She still had silverware to polish and then her late afternoon soaps would be starting. She hated missing any of her soaps, though the silverware could wait. Who was going to fire her for being lazy once in awhile?
“I mean about you telling me how strong I am and that I take your breath away.”
“Oh, no, Meester Jack. I no say you take me breath away, I say I can hardly breathe. You have a stink about you today and it make it hard to breathe around you,” she scrunched up her face and shook her head distastefully.
Jack lifted his right arm and sniffed. Whoo! Maria was right. He was ripe.
“Oh, well, sorry about that, Maria. Played a round of golf this morning. Guess I should have showered when I arrived home. I’ll take care of that as soon as we – Oh!”
“Oh, what?” Maria turned her head as far as she was able and noticed an odd look on her employer’s face. “You ok, Meester Jack?” She began to pull away from him, but he waved his hands even as he resumed thrusting away with his cock inside her pussy.
“No, no I’m perfectly fine, thanks for being concerned, Maria. Just some indigestion, I think. The doctor told me to lay off the garlic and peppers, but you know how much I enjoy them.”
“They be the death of you, Meester Jack.”
“Yes, well, then you and ah, Darla, will be pretty well off, now won’t you?” Jack chuckled.
“Oh, don’t talk that way, Meester Jack. You know I rather have you ‘round than in the ground.”
Jack laughed more heartily at the joking rhyme, which Maria was fond of coming up with on the spur of the moment.
Outside the mansion a stretch Rolls Royce pulled up in the drive. The chauffer exited from behind the wheel and opened the door closest to the mansion. The middle-aged man and woman exited the expensive vehicle and slowly headed toward the large home, already in a serious discussion and not in the least concerned that they had ignored their driver. He was used to it.
“Really Myra, I don’t know why you feel we need to bother Jack with something like this. It seems so – so…” The man, Austin Templar III was at a loss for the words he needed to convey his feelings to his wife, even though they’d been having this same conversation for the majority of the ride over to this house.
“Necessary?” Myra Templar offered her version of the argument, continuing toward the main entrance to the home that was every bit as spacious as their own.
“That’s not at all what I was about to say,” Austin Templar snapped. “And you well know it. I was trying to say…”
“Dear, you know what you try to say and what actually comes out of your mouth when you’re not in court before a jury never matches up.” She turned and patted her husband placatingly on one cheek before turning and continuing up the steps to the double doors.
“Stop that, Myra. This is serious.”
“I know it is, Dear. That’s why we’re here to see Jack. He’ll be able to handle this situation for us and you know it. You simply don’t care for the manner in which he’ll handle it, that’s all.”
“Damn it, Myra, handing our only daughter over into the hands of someone the likes of Jack Cuttey is like, like…” Once more his words failed him and he found himself stuttering. Something he detested in others and abhorred in himself.
“Feeding a baby to a shark?” Myra finished for him.
“Exactly,” he stated, jabbing at the air with an index finger. “So you do agree with me on this.”
Myra sighed just as she pushed the button for the doorbell. Somewhere inside a servant heard the sound and would quickly hurry to answer. No one was ever left standing for long when they came to visit the Right Honorable Jackson Cuttey, Judge of the Superior Court (retired).
“I agree that Jack is the oldest scalawag this side of President Clinton, but he’s still a necessary evil if we’re ever to see our sweet, darling Barbara become a proper woman.”
“There’s nothing wrong with Bambi, Myra and you well know it.”
“Barbara, Dear, not Bambi, please. She has a perfectly good name that I gave to her at birth. Please don’t make her sound like a Disney cartoon or a – a…”
“Stripper?” Austin finished the sentence for her this time.
She sniffed the air as she turned away from him, letting him know what she thought of her only daughter taking on the name of a dancer of ill repute. “That is exactly why we need Jack to assist us with her,” Myra’s voice was quieter and dry. She pressed the button once more. Where the hell was the maid?
Finally the door opened and Maria stood back to allow entrance to the married couple who were very good friends with her employer.
“I so sorry for the delay,” Maria attempted to sound contrite, though she detested Mrs. Templar verging on loathing, but only because she personally knew for a fact that Myra Templar had cheated on her husband many times over the years with Jack Cuttey and possibly other men as well. The maid knew well enough that her employer played around a lot, but to do so with the wife of his closest friend was to her distasteful in the least. It made her even less respectful to this woman who cheated on her husband with her husband’s best friend. She could excuse Jack Cuttey, since he was after all, merely a man, but to see this woman of such noble birth treating her own husband with such disdain irked her to no end.
“I will let Meester Jack know you are here,” Maria said as she showed the couple into the waiting room. Myra paid no attention to this maid, but walked into the room and took a seat on the French Provincial divan. An odor caught her attention and she sniffed the air, then rose and walked over toward a window – though it wasn’t open - and waited with her hands folded before her.
Barely a moment later Jack Cuttey entered the room, his white hair slightly mussed, but in place once more after freshening up after his most recent tryst with the maid.
“Well, how are you doing, Austin?” he shook his friend’s hand and went over to kiss Myra on the cheek. “And Myra, good to see you both. Please, have a seat,” he motioned over toward the divan. Myra moved to one of the high-backed chairs instead, sniffing to be certain there was no odor on this piece of furniture as well. She detested the smell of stale musk.
“What am I able to do for the two of you today?” Jack dispensed with pleasantries. They had all been friends too long to beat about the bush. He knew they wanted to ask something of him, even as he had of them over the years, not the least of which was getting Myra to spread her legs a time or twenty so he could plow her fields. He always said he took his enjoyment anywhere he could find it and he always found it anywhere he looked.
“It’s about Barbara,” Myra began. “You recall that conversation I had with you the other day?”
“You already spoke to Jack about this?” Clearly Austin wasn’t pleased to be finding this out after they had argued so long over the matter.
“Some things are better dealt with in closed chambers, Dear. You know that. You are, after all, an attorney.”
“So you know what Myra wants you to do with Bambi?” Austin’s features looked glum at best. Some might say downright morbid.
“As far as I know,” Jack leaned back at his place on the divan and caught a whiff of something decidedly unpleasant. What the hell? Oh, yes, he recognized the scent and made a mental note to have Maria clean the upholstery later, “Myra only wants me to take young, ah, Bambi,” he smiled at Myra and shrugged. He knew she hated that nickname, but he had to admit it did fit her much better than her given name, “on vacation with me when I visit Jamaica in a few days. What’s wrong with that, Austin?”
“What’s wrong?” Austin jumped up from his own seat and paced about the room. He turned and faced his old friend, his eyes glaring hard. “What’s wrong is that everyone knows how you are with any woman you take on a vacation with you, Jack. That’s what’s wrong.”
Jack chuckled and shook his head. “You think I would do anything untoward to your daughter, Austin? Seriously?”
“I know you would,” Austin responded heatedly. “I know you have with every woman who’s ever gone anywhere with you for the last forty-seven years. I’ve been there many times myself you recall, my good friend.”
“Well, you have me there,” Jack continued to chuckle. “But isn’t that what you both think Bambi needs?” Jack asked. “A good fu…”
“What I think Bambi needs,” Austin interrupted, not wanting to hear what Jack had to say about his own daughter in such a vulgar term, “is a nice vacation abroad – with a few friends. Not vacationing in Jamaica with an overage letch who could be her grandfather.”
“Hmmm, you have a point there,” Jack nodded, “but isn’t that what makes it all so thrillingly worthwhile? To think that the loins of your own daughter could be opened up by your very best…”
Austin stormed over to where Jack sat and swung a fist at him. Fortunately Jack was sitting and Austin was standing, which threw the latter off balance. Austin fell over on top of Jack and they both tumbled to the floor in a tangle.
“Oh, look at you, Dear,” Myra stood and pulled the two men apart, both being old enough that they had a difficult time doing so themselves. “Poor Jack. All he’s trying to do is help us out with – Bambi,” she rolled her eyes at the stupid name, having finally decided to give in and let the men have their way. It wasn’t like they usually didn’t anyway, especially in the way of sex.
“He’s only trying to help himself to Bambi,” Austin stood back up and brushed himself off.
“Well, there is that, of course,” Jack laughed as he retook his seat on the divan.
Austin glowered at his friend, and then shook his head and sighed. “All right. I suppose the both of you are correct. What Bambi needs is to get a good - fucking. There, I said it. Are you happy, now, Dear?”
“Much better,” Myra smiled at her husband. Then she turned her attention to Jack. “You know it won’t be easy for you to get anywhere with her. She may be – simple – but she’s always been determined that she won’t have sex until after she’s legally married.”
“That’s what you taught her as a child,” Austin snorted. “Now you want her to go against that stringently held belief?”
“I only told her that so she wouldn’t spread her legs for any cad who came along,” Myra objected. “Not that she should rebuff any eligible young man of good societal standing who asked her out on a date.”
“All those ‘eligible young men’ want is to boff her bones,” Austin snorted.
“At least they’re of the proper families and that’s all that matters,” Myra shrugged. “Once she has one under her thumb she’ll be married into the right family and we won’t have to worry about her any longer.”
Austin shook his head. “I can’t believe she even came from your womb.”
“What? Why would you ever say such a thing?”
“Because you’re talking about throwing your daughter to the wolves…”
“Wolf,” Jack interjected. “There is, after all, only one of me, you know.”
“…wolf and the one you’re throwing her to is ravenous when it comes to females.”
“Perhaps,” Myra held her head up as only someone of upper-class nobility can. “But at least she’ll finally be over this nonsense and can get on to the proper manner of finding a husband.”
“So,” Jack rubbed his hands together as he leaned forward. “Have Bambi at my private hangar on the field at nine o’clock the night after next.”
“Why so late?” Myra asked.
“It’s a long flight from here to Jamaica, even on a private jet. This way we’ll be flying at night when she’ll be expecting to go to bed soon. What better way to bring up sleeping with her dear old Uncle Jack than being in my jet late at night high in the sky?”
Austin jolted to his feet and stormed out of the room. “You two work out the details of this shamelessness among you. I can’t bear to listen to it.”
Jack and Myra watched as Austin left the mansion and went back to his car. Jack looked out the window and made certain his oldest friend was gone before turning back to Myra. “God, I thought he’d never get pissed off enough to leave.” Myra moved up to Jack and they embraced, then began removing their clothes. Suddenly Myra pulled back, turning her head and holding her nose, looking as though she was about to puke, which women of her social status never do.
“My God, Jack, what is that stench on you? You need to shower before we do anything more.”
“Hmmm, how about if we shower together,” Jack suggested. “That way we can do two things at once.”
Myra considered his proposal and nodded, “As long as I get to scrub you down thoroughly before you try to wrap your stinking flesh around me.”
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Chapter Two
“Ohh, look at this plane, Darla!” Bambi had just entered the private Learjet owned by her “Uncle” Jack and even though her own father owned one almost identical and she had flown on it many times during her life, still, with her mentality, which was equivalent to about a nine year-old in most instances, Bambi was thrilled to see such an exquisite interior.
She ran throughout the plane and touched everything, checking to see how it all worked and sitting in all the seats, but only for a moment each before moving on to the next item on her mental list.
Darla, the nineteen year-old daughter of the maid Maria, entered more sedately, as though she was entering a religious shrine and it would be sacrilege for her to speak out loud, let alone run amok the way her best friend was. She back-tracked in her mind. Sure, Bambi was always friendly to her, but still, this daughter of a maid had to remind herself that Bambi was the daughter of wealthy parents, people who were in the same league as her mother’s employer, and as such she needed to always be alert and respectful, so she never did or said anything that could jeopardize her mother’s job. At least Bambi had always been kind and friendly toward Darla, which is why she was even on this trip with Bambi and Jack Cuttey. It had all been Bambi’s idea, so she wouldn’t be alone on the trip. She had begged and pleaded and finally thrown a tantrum until everyone gave in and said Darla could go.
The Latino girl had no knowledge of her father being the same man who employed her mother. Jack and Maria had decided it might be best not to tell the child, lest she say the wrong thing at the wrong time and make matters much worse for them all. As far as she was aware, Jack Cuttey was just someone rich who had always been kind to her. She knew he liked her mother, but she didn’t know how much nor for how long his passion had been burning through him and finding its outlet in her mother’s vagina. At least after the pregnancy that had produced Darla Jack had made certain his maid had available every possible contraceptive so it never happened again.
“Isn’t it fantastic?” Bambi shouted in glee at Darla as they both settled in, their belongings already having been taken care of by those in “Uncle” Jack’s employ.
“It sure is,” Darla smiled, sitting in one of the soft, cushiony seats that had more padding even than any of their furniture at home. Although she had grown up in Jack Cuttey’s mansion, the servants’ quarters in the back of the house were much more sparse and decorated with less expense. She ran her hands along the arms of the chair and felt how luxurious it was to her back and bottom. Why she could almost melt right in…
“Well, now, how’re you two doing? Getting all settled in?” Jack boomed his words the way he always had throughout his years as he entered his plane. The loudness of his voice caused Darla to jump out of the chair and stand almost to attention in the presence of her mother’s employer. Jack noticed the girl’s demeanor and smiled as kindly as he could.
“No need to stand on my account,” he walked up and gave the girl, who was only about six inches shorter than he was, a hug. She was so surprised she had no idea how to respond, so she finally hugged him back, but carefully. “On this trip you’re just another guest on this plane and everywhere else we go, got it kiddo?”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Cuttey,” she answered.
“All right, now, you’ll have to cut that shit out,” he sounded stern as he pointed an index finger toward her. Then he smiled wide and held his hand up with his palm toward her. She looked unblinkingly at him as though not knowing what to do so he lifted her corresponding hand and slapped their hands together.
“What’s wrong? Kids don’t do high-fives anymore?” So that’s what that was all about, Darla wondered, relieved to know she hadn’t done anything wrong.
“Take a seat,” he almost barked and remembered these were not only guests, not clients or attorneys appearing before him in his courtroom, but young girls who were too intimidated by him – well, at least one of them was – to even say “boo” in his presence.
“Oh. Before you sit down. I have special clothes for each of you.” He snapped a finger and an attendant came forward and handed a dry cleaning bag to each girl. Darla looked respectfully at the one she held, not sure what to do with it. Bambi ripped the plastic off hers and screamed in delight at the clothes she found within.
“Darla! Look at these! Aren’t they gorgeous?” She held up the hangars with a couple of items of clothing on them. Darla looked them over carefully and noted how short the skirt was – almost non-existent. And the top was something that obviously had to be stretched over the head and worn so tight it certainly must constrict the air flow to the lungs. She eyed her bag and hoped what she had wasn’t like Bambi’s. She’d wear it, but she wouldn’t at all like it.
Bambi began removing the clothes she wore in order to get into her new outfit. Jack stopped her, but then shrugged. What the hell? She was only there for sex to begin with. What did it matter if she got naked in front of him and everyone else? Bambi stripped down to her bra and panties with Darla staring wide-eyed, shocked to see this high-class daughter of such rich people nearly naked in front of everyone. She had never done anything like that and couldn’t even if she were forced into it.
Bambi looked the top over and decided it was intended to be worn braless, so she removed her bra and tossed it aside. Darla’s eyes got even bigger. She noticed a particular portion of Jack Cuttey that was getting bigger, too, and it had nothing to do with his eyes, except that it was through seeing this young, voluptuous girl all but completely naked that was causing his rapid growth. She swallowed hard. What was she going to do if Mr. Jack looked at her that same way? If it meant her mother losing her job, could she give in to this man, no matter how wealthy he was?
“Look at me!” Bambi screamed once more in delight. She spun around in a pirouette several times, the super-short skirt flaring out and displaying the almost non-existent panties she wore, not that they hadn’t all seen them already – as well as her lusciously voluptuous ass before she had donned the skirt. The top was almost non-existent, too and covered only her breasts, almost, and came up behind her neck, but left all the rest of her upper torso completely bare. And the material the top was made of was so thin and stretchy that it was practically transparent. Bambi’s nipples stuck out hard and firm beneath the flimsy top.
“Well, c’mon, kiddo,” Jack waved a hand at Darla. “You haven’t even opened your package yet. Go ahead. See what I got for you to wear on the flight.”
Swallowing once more, Darla pulled the plastic from the clothes and held the hangars up before her eyes – which bulged out wide as she saw the…”Prada?” she said, recognizing the style without anyone having to tell her what it was. She separated the skirt from the blouse and held them both up. “They’re magnificent!” she exclaimed, her face brighter than Jack had ever seen it. He liked seeing her smile this way.
Darla surprised him when she ran over and hugged him – tightly, then released him and looked about.
“The dressing room is over that way,” Jack said. Darla looked at him once more, smiled joyfully, and ran off in the direction indicated. “Now, young lady,” he said to Bambi, “come on over and let old Uncle Jack take a look at your new clothes. You like those do you?” he said as she came over to him, just as ecstatic with her gifts as Darla was over hers.
“They’re great,” Bambi grinned, twirling about once more. Jacks’ eyes fixed on her bare ass as her skirt came up. He knew too well how much she enjoyed being playful this way. He had seen her like this before, which is exactly why he had gotten her the clothes he had, so she would feel sexy and begin to think sexy in his presence. He ran his hands along her body and felt every inch of her firm, supple flesh. God, the erection he had over this girl already. He was going to have to do something before…
“These are beautiful,” Darla came back out, dressed in her new clothes. She spun about similarly to how Bambi had, only her clothes covered much more of her body and didn’t flare out the same way, nor had she spun with such gusto, but slowly, as befitted a young lady. She stopped, facing Jack and smiled, her grin letting him know how much she appreciated her gifts. He held his arms open wide and she came to him and hugged him once more before moving a respectful distance back.
“There are some magazines over in that rack by the table, I believe,” he told Darla, trying to get her busy elsewhere so he could have private time with Bambi, the entire reason any of them were even on this plane headed in this direction. “And there should be DVDs you’d enjoy over in the cabinet underneath the television,” he said. Darla ran off to see what the magazines were.
Alone with Bambi now, relatively speaking, Jack resumed fondling her flesh. The girl giggled and slapped at his hands, but didn’t actually try very hard to keep them off her body. She was used to men pawing at her this way. It never got anywhere other than feeling her up, so she didn’t mind at all.
“This outfit really is becoming of you, Bambi,” Uncle Jack said, his hands sliding up beneath her top and cupping her breasts. God, what firm nipples this girl had. Jack could barely stand the pain of his erection and knew there had to be a way to get Darla out of this section of the plane. Then his eyes lit up and he nodded his head. He lifted the in-plane phone to his ear and waited until the pilot picked it up.
“Avery, as soon as we’re airborne and at cruising speed invite Darla up to the cockpit and take plenty of time explaining everything to her about piloting a ship like this, will you? Good.” He put the phone down and returned to playing with Bambi, sitting her on his lap and running his hands all over her flesh.
Soon the plane was in the air and the pilot came back and let everyone know they could unfasten their seatbelts and move about the cabin as desired. He turned to Darla and asked if she’d be interested in seeing the cockpit.
“Sure,” she smiled, standing and looking over at Bambi. “Bambi, do you want to see the cockpit?”
“Oh, ah, the cockpit isn’t big enough for both of you at once,” Jack lied easily. “You go ahead first, Darla, and I’ll send Bambi up for her turn later.”
Darla cheerfully walked after the pilot to the cockpit. Jack invited Bambi to join him for a drink at his bar.
“I don’t drink, Uncle Jack,” Bambi objected. “I’m only nineteen. Don’t I have to be twenty-one to drink legally?”
“That’s on the ground, in the state we live in,” Jack once more lied, as he nearly always did. “Up here in the sky we’re out of the jurisdiction of the United States. The only law that holds up here is my law, after all I am a Supreme Court justice, you know.”
“Oh, that’s right,” she smiled. “I remember coming into your courtroom one time, I think last year, just before you retired. You looked so legal in your robes.”
“I think you mean ‘regal’, but I understand your meaning. Didn’t you come back to my private chambers later that same day?”
“Yeah, I did and that was when you showed me that judges don’t wear any clothes under their robes,” she giggled. “Boy was I surprised when you had me close my eyes and feel under your robe. I didn’t know penises came that small.”
“Ah, ahem, yes, well, some things do shrink with age, you know.
“But, well, now, Bambi, I have something special for you now. I know how much you enjoy eating peppermint sticks…”
“Oh boy, do I ever,” she beamed at the mention of her having a peppermint stick.
“Yes, well, I have one here for you,” he reached into a drawer in his bar and withdrew a large red-and-white striped stick that was about eight inches long and an inch in diameter. Bambi reached for it, but Jack pulled it away from her. Her lower lip stuck out in a pout and Jack chuckled. “I’m going to let you have this, Bambi. That’s the whole point of this game, letting you have your peppermint stick – twice, actually.”
“Twice?” she scrunched up her face, trying to understand what he was saying to her. “What kind of game do you want to play Uncle Jack?”
“It’s actually a game they play in Jamaica, the place we’re heading for right now. You do want to get used to the customs and ways of Jamaica, don’t you?”
“Oh, you bet, Uncle Jack.” The smile on her face was not only joyful, but eager to please and learn, which was something Bambi didn’t necessarily do all that much of. “How do we play this game?”
“Well, here’s the way this is played and it’s the reason I had you wear the clothes you now have on.” Bambi looked down at her skimpy, see-through outfit and pulled up on the skirt, revealing her barely concealed twat. Jack’s heart began pounding hard in his chest just at the sight of her tightly bound up little muff. His penis once more grew erect and he almost moaned from the pressure.
“You take this peppermint stick,” he handed the stick to Bambi, who took it in her hand and was about to stick it in her mouth until Jack took hold of her hand and stopped her. “Hold on, honey, not quite yet. Not until I say, go, all right?”
“Oh, sure, Uncle Jack. It’s a game, so I gotta stick to the rules, right?”
“That’s right sweetheart. Now, I’ll take this other peppermint stick,” he withdrew a second stick of candy from the drawer, identical to the first, “and insert it in the opening at the other end of your body. Then you’ll suck on the stick in your mouth and I’ll rub the other stick inside of you and we’ll see which one disappears first, all right?”
“You mean in my poop shoot?” Bambi looked confused, trying to understand the game.
“Ah, no, sweetie, not your poop shoot, but your other opening down there, your, ah…”
“Oh, you mean my pussy!” she said so cheerily Jack had to smile.
“Yes, that’s exactly right, honey, your pussy.”
“But I can’t taste the peppermint down there, can I?” She looked confused and Jack chuckled as he took hold of her and drew her close to him. God, how tender and firm her entire body was. He couldn’t wait to have his cock inside her pussy.
“No, ah, you can’t exactly taste it down there, honey, but…”
“Then why would you put it in there and rub it around?” she asked curiously.
“Well, it’s just a tradition the people of Jamaica have for visitors to their country. It’s something that, ah, another person of that girl’s family or close friends does as a welcome to her for visiting Jamaica. That’s all. You do want to go by all the traditions of Jamaica, don’t you, dear?”
“Oh, sure, Uncle Jack. I wouldn’t want to get in any trouble for not being traditional.”
“Good, I thought you’d see it that way. Now, go ahead and bend over this chair right here and we’ll get going on this game, all right?”
“Oh, sure,” Bambi turned around and put her knees up on the seat of the chair and draped her arms over the back of it, which placed her ass up in the air almost in front of Jack’s groin. He silently unzipped and unfastened his pants, dropping them to his feet and then took hold of his erection, holding it in his hand as he took hold of her waist with his other hand. He pulled her ass down to just the right height and lifted up the hem of the super-mini skirt, laying the scant material on top of her lower back so her ass was almost bare. He then peeled off her panties and dropped them loose down by her bent knees so they wouldn’t be in his way and inhibit his fucking technique.
“Now, you’re clear on the rules of this game, right? And you don’t mind playing it with me? I just want to be certain you’re okay with this game.”
“Oh yeah, it sounds like fun. And I get to eat a peppermint stick, too and you know how much I love peppermint sticks, Uncle Jack.”
“Yes, I certainly do, sweetheart, I certainly do. You’re going to love the way this peppermint stick feels inside your, ah, pussy, too, sweetie. Now remember, you have to suck on that stick. You can’t crunch on it. No eating, just licking, all right? The idea of the game is to see if you can lick that stick down to nothing before the stick I rub inside your, ah, pussy dissolves.”
“Oh, okay, I can do that. No biting. Only licking. No biting. Only licking,” she began to repeat over and over to herself quietly.
Jack opened up a plastic baggie that had a small amount of white powder in it. He dipped the head of his dick into the powder and set the baggie aside. He then placed the head of his dick against the lips of Bambi’s vulva and pressed gently into it.
“Are you ready to get started, Bambi?”
“All set, Uncle Jack. I sure hope I win this game.”
“I do, too, sweetheart. I do too. Okay – go,” he said and slammed his dick forward inside her pussy, enjoying the feel of her soft, wetness. God, how moist she already was and he hadn’t even done any foreplay on her. This girl was just naturally moist and ready for sex. At the same time Bambi wrapped her lips about the pepper mint stick and began licking it as she moved it in and out of her mouth, similar to how she would suck on a man’s cock, though Jack wasn’t sure if she had ever even done that much with a man before. She certainly had the appearance of a blow job pro as she thrust the candy stick in and out between her lips.
He concentrated on slamming his dick inside her pussy and was thankful that he had dipped his dick in a little bit of cocaine first, just to slightly deaden the sensation so he could last longer. Otherwise he knew from experience that he would already be coming and although he knew he was going to “win the game” with his cock ejaculating inside her long before she could finish wearing down such a large peppermint stick merely by sucking and licking it, he didn’t want to win too fast. He wanted some amount of prolonged enjoyment from all of this. He planned on fucking this girl many times throughout this vacation and this was just the initial thrust, so to speak.
“Ohhhh, my God, this is soooo good,” he moaned softly, continuing to thrust his hips back and forth, his small, but firm penis, enhanced by the coke, continuing to hold hard as he pumped it in and out of the most tender and coveted pussy he had ever fucked. He had been lusting after this girl for far too long, but knew she not only had to be of legal age for him to touch, but wanted her to be consenting in what he did. Even if he did need to trick her with games like this in order to actually fuck her. He knew too well how Bambi asserted she would never fuck a man without being married to him first, but he was intelligent enough to figure a way around something as firmly held as that belief. After all, he hadn’t been an attorney and judge for all these years without learning how to find and exploit loopholes in the law, how much easier should it be to circumvent the views of a simple-minded girl? And true to his reasoning, he had found the way to get her to fuck him, even if she didn’t know that’s what he was doing to her right this very moment.
Jack held onto Bambi’s hips and watched her firmly rounded ass-cheeks as his pelvis slammed repeatedly against her. If she even thought about asking him what was slapping up against her ass he’d tell her it was just his hand where he was holding onto the “peppermint” stick he was sliding inside of her. But he became so enthused after a short while that he was ramming her harder and harder, his entire body slamming into her ass and jolting her forward repeatedly. He was amazed how well the little bit of coke he’d used was allowing him to prolong ejaculation. It always worked for him and at his age was the only way he could ever really enjoy a good fuck without coming in a minute or less. There had been a few times when he had ejaculated as he was first inserting his penis inside the girl he had coaxed into fucking him and that had been too embarrassing to even think about. That was when he learned how useful cocaine could be, even if he had been a judge and supposedly against cocaine use.
“Wow, you’re really getting into this game, aren’t you, Uncle Jack? I can barely hold my peppermint stick in my mouth with the way you’re jamming that thing into me.”
“Oh, ah, sorry, honey. I guess I just got carried away with the fun of this game. I’ll slow it down a little. Are you having a good time?”
“Are you kidding?” she almost turned her head and looked at him, but Jack told her she had to keep her head forward and keep licking the candy until it was gone. “I’ve had almost half a dozen orgasms from that peppermint stick already. When I get back home I’m throwing out my collection of dildos and buying me a whole box of these candies. They work lots better.”
“Yes, well, that’s why they have this game in Jamaica, dear. It’s made to make all first-time visitors feel happy and welcome on the Island.”
“Boy, I’ll say I feel happy. Wait till I show this game to Darla. She’s going to love it.”
“Oh, um, Darla? You and Darla do things like, ah, this together?”
“Well, not with candy in the pussy, but sure, we get together for girls nights all the time. Darla loves my collection of dildos. Maybe I’ll give them all to her when I get my peppermint sticks to replace them with.”
Jack continued fucking Bambi, but considered what she’d said. He had always tried to keep a close watch on Darla, to ensure no cheap hustler tried to take advantage of her, but since she had always seemed so shy and demure he hadn’t worried about her. As far as he knew she hadn’t even gone out on any dates her entire life. But now he found she had girl-on-girl sex with Bambi. Either she was a closet lesbian or she had decided sex with another girl was the only way to make certain she never ended up with a baby out of wedlock the way her mother had. He’d have to look into this a bit further. He didn’t mind her having sex with Bambi, but he wanted to make sure no other females were taking advantage of her.
For a moment he found himself lost in the image of the two young women interlocked and making out together and he slowed somewhat in his thrusting.
“Are you getting tired back there, Uncle Jack?” Bambi called out. “I know I sure am with my candy stick. This is hard work.”
“What? Oh, ah, just a slight breather is all.”
With that comment his concentration was pulled back to his “game” as his cock began throbbing harder and harder, meaning that he was getting closer to coming. He adjusted his thrusting and slid easier, taking longer strokes and after a few minutes of that resumed thrusting harder and faster until his cock throbbed harder than he could remember it ever doing before. Finally he felt his pent-up tension explode and his seed spewed forth into Bambi’s pussy. He moaned audibly and fell forward onto the girl’s back, his spent dick dwindling in size rapidly as he panted and tried to catch his breath.
“Ah, golly gee willikers, Uncle Jack,” Bambi pouted as she turned her head to see him sprawled across her back, the peppermint stick hanging out of her mouth. “I guess you won the game. I can feel the melted peppermint stick oozing out of my pussy and that must mean it’s all gone. Do I get to keep licking this stick?”
“Huh?” he looked up at her sweet face and did his best to smile. It wasn’t easy for a man of his age and physical condition. He was just happy he hadn’t had another heart attack the way he had the last time he had been with a girl just barely older than Bambi. “Oh, sure, sweetheart. You go right ahead and keep licking that candy. I’ll just rest here a bit, if you don’t mind. Pumping that, ah, candy inside you completely wore me out.”
“I’ll say. I could hear you wheezing for the last ten minutes at least. You might want to see a doctor when we get home, Uncle Jack.”
“Oh, sure. I’ll do that, darling. I’ll do that.”
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Chapter Three
Once the Learjet landed in Jamaica and they had completed all the customary procedures for entry into the island country, they arrived at the hotel where they would all be spending the next few days to a week, depending upon how long it took for Jack to get all the poon tang he wanted out of his best friend’s daughter before deciding he’d had enough and had done his duty to Myra. To think that a woman he had been fucking for nearly fifteen years had asked – actually begged him to deflower her daughter so she would get herself rid of this silly notion of not having sex until after she was married. He had chuckled many times over this request and considered himself one of the luckiest bastards in the world. Imagine getting to bang both mother and daughter in the same family, and at the bequest of the mother? Life was indeed good.
He decided it would be best to give the girls a room together and then invite Bambi over whenever he wanted to fuck her. That way Darla wouldn’t be suspicious as she would if he shared a room with Bambi. Besides, he didn’t like the idea of leaving Darla alone in a strange country, even if she wasn’t his acknowledged daughter. He still had strong fatherly feelings toward her, which is why her mother continued working for him after all these years when it would have been easier for him to have let her go and hire a younger model to fill his needs. Of course he still had the cook, the pool girl, his private chauffer, who was a girl in her early twenties, and his private fitness trainer at the club, even though they seldom engaged in any real fitness training. Then of course there were several handfuls of girls around the same age range from various escort services he made use of on a regular basis. Yes, Jack Cuttey had to admit that as old as he was he still had a lot of vim and vigor left for fucking a lot of horny girls. Bambi was just the most recent and at nineteen currently the youngest.
As they checked in at the desk Jack noticed the girls getting a lot of looks from the men employed by the hotel. He knew how these “young bucks” could be, especially with American girls the age of these two and he hoped there wouldn’t be any problems. Maybe he should alert the security company he had hired before when he’d been in Jamaica.
“Mon, you see dat prime pussy jist walk into de lobby?” one of the bellmen said aside to a coworker.
“You tink I got blindness in me eyes, mon?” the other replied, both of them staring holes through the two girls standing at the desk with that old geezer.
“Muss be dey grammpa, you tink?” the first nodded, his shorts bulging noticeably. He rubbed at the bulge, not caring if anyone noticed.
“Less dey likes ‘em half in de casket and stinky,” the other said. They both laughed, which was when Jack turned his head having taken notice of the men.
“We gon’ get sum dat sweet meat”, the first said. “One way t’other, I don’ care who we gotta kill. Even grammpa.”
After check-in the girls got into their bikinis and headed to the pool area, which had a lot of people around it, but not so many they weren’t able to relax in comfort. They rubbed lotion on one another and laid back to soak in the hot, Jamaican sun, Darla wearing a standard two-piece bikini that showed quite a bit, but still kept her perfectly covered, unlike the tiny, micro-string Bambi wore that had two patches of cloth so small they barely covered her areolas and the patch over her vagina was just as tiny. Her slit could be seen both top and bottom around the shiny, triangular patch of silk.
“You bot’ wan’ to be sartan to wear plenty of son screen,” a deep male voice off to one side said to them. Both girls opened their eyes and looked in the direction the voice had come from. There standing over them was a tall, young black man in long shorts that came down to his knees and a loose-fitting short-sleeved shirt similar to what nearly every man they had seen since arriving on the island wore. The man had a smile so wide it almost touched his ears.
“Thanks,” said Darla, knowing Bambi was a sucker for men like this one. She had appointed herself Bambi’s unofficial guardian during this vacation. “We’ve already applied sun screen, but thank you for your advice.”