Let's Swing

by Piquette Fontaine

  Then Pete spoke up so he could hear him again and asked, “And if you found an envelope in the street with no stamp on it, what would you do?”

  He squinted his red eyes for a second as if he were deep in thought, dying to come up with the correct answer and when he finally spoke he said,

  “That was my bill that that bitch stole from me! I put it in my pocket and throw it in her face too …. Women folk …. They don’t know nobody … what they gonna do wit it? That’s why man …. Hey man, pppssssshhh …

  Come here man ….. They gonna hear …… closer …. Yeah, okay …. See, they positioning me up in here …. It’s in the food … It’s in the pills … It’s in the walls ….. ”

  “What is Mr. Baird? What is in the food, in the pills, and in the walls?” Pete asked.

  He pointed up towards the ceiling and just fluttered his eyelashes repeatedly. It made Pete wonder if he had been eating or sleeping at all. He obviously was not a good historian at that point. So, he asked the guards that were on duty and it was just as he had suspected.

  He had not eaten a decent meal in weeks, he had not had a bowel movement in the same amount of time either. He wasn’t even consuming liquids which meant that he was quickly becoming malnourished and would require a feeding tube most likely. He had already lost twenty three pounds in the amount of time that he had been there.

  It was painfully clear that the man needed to have his medication regulated. He was delusional at best. Pete thought that he might ask a few more questions, but then he decided that it truly would do no good. So, he gathered his belongings, wished the man well and left the institution.

  He called Ashlee Dalton as soon as he got home and really gave her a piece of his mind. Something along the lines of, “Now, you listen here prosecutor…. You may have ambitious dreams Ms. Dalton, but what you are doing is wrong on so many different levels. That man is a very sick person. He needs help. He needs treatment and education about his mental health condition. Have you no morals? Have you no values? You should be ashamed of yourself and ashamed of what you are trying to do here. Shameful shame!”

  It was only when he stopped talking to take a deep breath that he realized that she had not hung up the phone as of yet. As far as he could tell, she was still there. He could not believe it, that she had stuck around and taken his punishment for her which was a less than nice confrontation. In truth, she knew what she was doing was wrong, very wrong. She also knew what it would take to get elected and then eventually to get re – elected to the office. Deep down, she believed that it was for the greater good and that in and of itself had given her peace of mind in the past. It took her, what seemed like forever but then she spoke up saying, “Look Pete, what you are saying is not technically wrong. But you are someone that is on a need to know basis and you have not been privy to the things that I have. There is so much that you do not know, nor do you want to know for that matter. I understand you want to live by your moral code and all but it is not like that in my line of work. I deal with cold, hard, criminals every single day. No one wants to put the bad guys away, no one wants to deal with that and put themselves and their families in danger when the person gets out. Because they most always get out with all of the overcrowding in the US penal system.

  If Pete had been standing face to face with her, he would have seen the look of despair on her face as she laid her head in her hands. She rubbed her tired eyes repeatedly. She had heard every single word that he had said to her. He pursed his lips to one side wondering if she were being truthful with him or whether she was playing on his sensitive side. What he did not know was that she hand picked him after doing her due diligence. She had researched his background, reviewed his prior reports, talked with other attorneys and the common consensus was that he was one of the therapists that was bendable, so to speak. She knew his sexual preferences and that Pete tended to be the more feminine in his character traits, as well as, him being a former catholic boy he had plenty of hail Marys to ask for and feel guilty about from his childhood, for the rest of his life. She was no dummy, that prosecutor. She had worked alongside criminals for so many years that she was like minded, no doubt. She could plot and plan in all of the same low life dishonorable ways as the men and women that she had sent to the criminal detention center over the years.

  Nevertheless, it was a peculiar circumstance that they found themselves in the middle of. She knew that she was going to have to figure out a way to turn things back in her favor and just then she had an idea and she ran with it. She said, “Pete, remember what I said earlier? No one wants a job like mine. It is a burden and a dangerous risk for my family and friends. But if I have to toughen up and have thicker skin so that I too can be the punisher and put the bad people away, then so shall it be. I will be that person that puts themselves out there and is vulnerable much like a dangling carrot. Someone has to do it. Do you not want someone that is tough on crime, especially with all of the drugs and weapons related things going on right now? We are living in trying times, my friend, and we all need to step up. Can you work with me on this? I need to know that you will enlist and join the fight along with me.”

  To her jaw dropping surprise, he bought it hook, line, and sinker. She could hear his voice crack as he tried to speak. She also offered to take them on a trip, to get away and unwind for a weekend. She promised a very good and memorable time and they left it at that.

  Chapter Three

  Pete went to court when he was summoned too and gave live testimony just as he had been asked to do. He was a big thinker and he seemed to be able to rationalize why he joined forces with her. He wanted to fight for a safer city, even if the ethical components were a bit shaky in his mind. He took care of his part and then the deed was done. It was over with.

  Ashlee Dalton did just what she promised. She took both Pete and Tarek on a camping trip that they would never forget. She knew that it would most likely seal the deal and Pete would be in her back pocket for the rest of her career. They gathered what they would need and hopped in the truck to travel to the beautiful mountains and enjoy some time outdoors. They slept with the angels that night amidst the cool air.

  Ashlee Dalton could feel her bare feet getting colder as she began to stir in her thick red plaid sleeping bag. It was a quite frigid spring morning in the Colorado Mountains. As she rotated onto her opposite side, she could feel warmth that seemed to be resonating from the other side of the tent. She struggled to open her tired eyes as the sun crept through the fibers of the fabric.

  As she started to make sense of where she was, she crawled over and wiggled her way into Tarek’s warm fuzzy sleeping bag with him, carelessly so. A tall lean man enveloped with his long hairy arms around her. She didn’t seem to mind it at all nor did he. They looked like they were both at their leisure. But before she knew it, his wandering hand made its way down the front of her without a word being said. His hand snuck down, even further down, her soft cotton pants and into her ultra - sensual boy short panties. He swirled his fore finger in circles around her pink swollen clit over and over again repeatedly. Her face turned flushed in response to his masculine touch. Her skin felt warm and moist down there, much to his liking. He continued rubbing and caressing her ever so gently causing her to squirm just a bit under his manipulative direction. He slid his long finger down the spine of her nice cunt, stimulating her feminine juices as he went along.

  And when he felt her increasing wetness, he forced that same finger inside of her. Pushing it in and pulling it out again over and over again repeatedly. She liked what he was intuitively doing for her, so much so that she spread her legs nice and wide and rolled from her side down onto her back.

  She took a long slow deep breath before she reached over for him in return, sliding her hand down his manly chest, down his lean ribs, down to his meaty inner thigh. She squeezed and rubbed his muscles so gently and caringly. It was almost as if she had enjoyed his handsome body before. Her lustful hand took ahold of his horny c
ock, stroking the shaft so neatly. The more that she stroked, the better it felt. They were both getting nice and wet. Her short chubby palm moved up to the head of his prick, stopping briefly to wipe the one droplet of pre – cum around his slit.

  Both of them were well warmed up. He turned her around to where she was on her hands and knees. He moved in behind her and grabbed her cheeks with both of his hands. He spread her ass cheeks nice and wide and leaned in, licking her from front all the way to the back. Her back arched sharply in agreement with his touch. He smacked her cheek just once. But it was hard enough to leave a clear red handprint behind. She turned and looked over her shoulder saying,

  “Meeeooowwww ……… hisssssss …….. hissssssss,” as she wrinkled her nose.

  Then he reached down and bit her soft alabaster skin and sucked in hard. It was unclear whether he was torturing her or pleasing her, but in the end it was nothing less than pleasure. He must have liked it as well, because the manifestation directly behind her was growing much larger with each passing moment.

  His other hand twisted her nipple playfully, causing it to become constricted. Her double D, well-appointed breasts seemed to overtake his irresistibly oversized man hands. He continued fingering her as he leaned in to kiss her enviable flushed cheek.

  She was a naughty little vixen and she knew exactly what she was doing when she raised her fingers to her blistering wet mouth and placed them on her tongue. She pulled them back out and reached around to moisten her asshole well. She seemed to know him quite well and he was happy that she was there for his pleasure.

  Once wet, she grabbed onto the shaft of his cock and stroked him up and down nicely. He let out only the smallest of moans as his single droplet of pre cum dripped onto her thick ass. She continued masturbating his sexy prick until he was nothing if not rock hard. Then he took over stroking it a few more times for good measure. He was hot and horny for her voluptuous curves. Tarek spread her floppy purple lips nice and wide and guided himself inside. He went in slow at first, just a little at a time. He was long and hugely crooked, but he did not want to hurt her. So, he took his time for her. With each sensual thrust of his hips he went deeper and deeper still. He held her hips as he plunged his enormous cock inside of her begging darkness. She grimaced only briefly, it did hurt her a bit. But she was there for him and not for her pleasure.

  It just so happened that he was a kind and sensitive soul that felt an inner obligation to please her as well through the process. The more excited that he became, the more noise he made which inevitably awoke his partner. As Pete began to stir, he moved in closer to them feeling the warmth from their side of the tent. As he made his way over to them, he lifted her chin with each thumb in either side of her mouth like a fish hook. He pulled her forward just a bit like a catfish on the line. Tarek latched on to her hips even harder still and yanked her back towards him. Tarek pounded her pussy, while Pete’s morning wood was stroked by his very own hand.

  Pete grabbed the back of her neck sensually and pulled himself in closer to her. He thrust his rock hard boner into her warm wet mouth, viciously so. Willingly, she reached down and cupped his balls as she sucked on his throbbing cock, messaging his balls so very gently all the while. She was in utter bliss as Tarek fucked her from behind and Pete face fucked her over and over again. It was so very hot and wicked, the three of them out in the middle of the beautiful Colorado mountains. Her silky red hair ran down the middle of her back and he grabbed a handful or two. The harder he plunged the closer he got to cumming. Her muscles tightened the harder he fucked her, bearing down it seemed. It just hugged his prick tighter still as he forced wave after wave of his spicy lethal cum in to her. His body twitched in a sweet orgasmic state.

  Just as Tarek let go, his lovers’ hands forced his manhood deeper down the darkness of the back of her throat. She gagged the farther he got, her eyes became glassy as she could not breathe. But he refused to let her come up for air. Inevitably, she was choking from his incredible girth. Just when she felt so light headed that she thought she would pass out, her eyelashes fluttered and he pulled out and lifted her chubby chin so gently. He was helping her catch her breath, caringly so. He reached down and gave her a light tap on the cheek and made his way around to his lover. His thick juicy lips devoured Tarek’s. He turned his chin slowly to the side as he got behind him. He knew what was coming next and he was more than ready for it. He placed his chest on top of her back and wrapped his arms as far around her robust silhouette as far as they would go.

  Pete slid his meaty cock in Tarek’s asshole, nice and slow at first. But as his passionate nature took over him, he felt like he could explode and the thrust of his hips grew increasingly faster. The tension was building in his shoulders and Tarek could instinctively tell that he was getting close.

  Tarek kissed her back gently, closing his eyes fleetingly as he took in the grandeur of the moment. He liked the way his prick felt as it was still inside of her and was still very hard. But he also liked the way his lover’s dick felt as he was pleasing him as well. It was such a great moment. Pete pushed back abruptly as he felt his pulsating cock squirt one, two, three rounds of his fertile milk all over Tarek’s back. With that one last thrust of his strong hips, his body froze mid motion. As he reached his climax, his shoulders began to coil forward in ecstasy.

  It only took a matter of moments before their lifeless limp bodies lay perfectly still along one another, side by side. Their adventurous escapades had tuckered them out very successfully. It had been an unreservedly satisfying experience for all three of them.

  Chapter Four

  They lay there quietly, not one word was said. Smiles crept across their faces and they exhaled their cares away. There was nothing even close to spending time with each other and it most definitely was not their first time. Not even for two men in love. Somehow she just made life better, just by being around. She finally spoke up as she stirred, “Let’s get up guys, it’s a brand new day. Let’s get out there and have some fun.”

  With their heads nodding they both were in agreement. They had asked beforehand for Ashlee to take part in some age play games. They liked to be treated like boys from time to time and she was onboard with it as well. She took the boys by their hands led them to their feet.

  She said, “Get dressed boys, there is work to be done and you won’t have the strength if you don’t have a hungry man’s breakfast. Wash up, you hear and come out and join me.”

  They did just as asked, they knew better than to disobey her. As very young boys, they had longed for their mother’s special attention. And as adults, that longing had not swayed, not even a little. They walked hand in hand over to a clearing in the meadow and found a can to kick back and forth as a game so they could play. Athletic activities were their favorite games by far. She cooked over a hot country fire in a cast iron skillet. Pancakes and bacon were what was on the morning menu. The calories would serve them well for a big day.

  It took far less time than they anticipated to prepare the food. When it was ready, she motioned and called them over to eat after a bit and they ran over just the same. She handed them blue robin’s egg speckled plates for their food. They scarfed it down like young men do. Bottomless pits it would seem.

  She made her way around them, while they ate they were oblivious to her presence. Lovingly, she ran her long painted nails through their hair and watched them squirm in their seats. She licked her thumb and cleaned a smudge from Pete’s cheek. She couldn’t stand for dirty little faces, not under her watch.

  The morning sun glistened across her partially exposed triple D sized breasts. Her lovely red hair looked strawberry blonde in the light morning sun. She was quite beautiful indeed. She loved her boys dearly and understood their unusual requests.

  As they finished their big country breakfast she informed them of their chores for the day. She governed with an iron fist, with firm expectations, and a new found freedom beyond what they knew. As the boys continued to wor
k, she pulled her yarn and crochet needle from her bag. The boys loved their hand made scarves from her that she sent on the holidays. They were soft and long and made with love that was why it meant the world to them. In fact, anything from her was a blessing.

  She hummed as she sewed the sweet creations that she was working on. Crocheting was something that relaxed her and was cathartic for her to do. She reached her arm back as far back as it could go and threw a ball way out into the pasture. Tarek took off in a dead sprint after the ball. Like a young boy, his knobby knees were adorable. His feet flipped to the side. He ran far and long to get that ball. A jackrabbit darted out in front of him through the tall dry grass. It scared the crap out of him. He looked back over his shoulder with a huge grin, his hand was over his heart, which was racing in truth. As he got within feet of her, he knelt down and crawled over on his hands and knees. He was playful and cute and fun, no matter what he was thinking about. He rubbed his nose on her knee spiritedly. He liked to play pretend, this time he was a puppy dog bringing the ball to his master.

  She empathetically smiled down at him and said, “Is my good boy being good? Is he? Is he being good or what?” She wobbled her head as if she were insignificantly aggravated. His light heartedness was irresistible in truth. She continued crocheting while she watched them work with intermittent bouts of play.

  She perceived a breeze that whizzed by her head. Tarek had tossed the ball with all of his might. It spun by her head barely missing her ear. The hard thrown ball pushed her trendy black rimmed glasses out of place which irritated slightly.