Guarding Tara: Part 1
A Daughter of privilege learns the value of vigilance, and the sexiness of valor.
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I glanced at the caller ID on my phone, answered the call.
"Hey, Cap, what's the occasion?" I asked. The caller was an old Army buddy of mine, Jason Lang. He made it to Captain, served six and got out. I did the whole twenty before getting out. We stayed tight throughout it all, us and a few of the guys from our old unit. Jason went back to college, got his master's in Political Science and was elected Governor seven years ago. Talk about riding a meteor. That was a hell of a victory party, what I remember of it, anyway. When you're hungover for three days, you know it was a hell of a party.
"Gabriel!" came the voice at the other end. "You picked up, so I assume you're back stateside."
"Been back three days, now," I returned.
"How was it?"
"Ah, you know. Same shit, different faces." Eighteen days in fucking El Salvador. Pretty ladies, but a seriously fucked up culture and politics. Their normal ain't my normal, that's for damn sure. We did our recon, gathered intel, and dealt with the target. I'm just happy I didn't get the squirts this time.
"Well, my friend," Jason replied, "I'm glad you're back safe."
"Thanks, Cap," I said. "Is everything cool? I know you're crazy busy most of the time." The phone was quiet for a few seconds.
"Yeah, probably," he began, "but the whole 'father's paranoia' thing is messing with me."
"Did something happen to Tara?" I asked, concerned. Tara was Jason's only child, now twenty. Throughout her childhood, I was always Uncle Gabe to her, a role that I cherished. Women in my life came and went, none feeling right for any kind of lasting relationship, so Tara was probably the closest thing to a daughter that I'll ever have in my life.
"No; no. It's just, Gabe, I hate like hell to ask this, I know you just got back;"
"No worries," I interrupted, "I'm already getting bored. What's the issue?"
"Well, you know how frustrated she's been the last few years about being the Governor's kid, right?"
"Oh, yes," I chuckled, "she's been very clear about her feelings on the matter."
"That's a nice way of putting things," Jason continued. "So, she's got this new boyfriend, now, kinda light in the ass if you ask me, but I'm not the one who has to hang out with him. Still I think boot camp would help him grow up.”
I chuckled, but Jason moved on to his point; “Anyway, she got it in her head that she and Pee-Wee want to go camping; like normal people, she says; and threw a tantrum over ditching her security detail. Gabe, it's not a good time for any of us to be without security, right now. I got several death threats for refusing to pardon Enrico Zavala, and these dickheads are highly insane and unpredictable." True. Guatemalan drug lords may talk a lot of shit, but on any given Tuesday they can send a wagon load of shit to your front porch.
"So, how'd the conversation play out?"
"Well, she's got a lot of her mother in her," Jason explained.
"Meaning you lost?" I asked, even though I knew the answer. Tara's mom, Donna, was Jason's first wife. Donna always won their disagreements. Always. Donna was as brilliant as she was beautiful, and that's saying a lot. Jason lost her to cancer five years back.
"Yeah," he confessed, "I lost. She said she's an adult, now, and can pretty much decide things for herself. She and her man-child are heading off tomorrow to some double-top-secret campsite, someplace remote where her security team can't stop by to check on her."
"Is there such a place," I laughed.
"Hell, no. But, if I do send them in and she spots them, she will lose her fucking mind and I'll never hear the end of it."
"So, what you need is a security team of one, someone who won't be spotted." I didn't need to see Jason's face to know he was smiling.
"Gabe, that's exactly what I need."
Tara and her boyfriend left the Governor's estate around nine o'clock the next morning. I followed his pickup from a discreet distance as they drove odd patterns all over the city, presumably to see if her security team was behind them. Before hitting the highway, they stopped at Walmart for last minute goodies. I made good use of the time to put a magnetic tracker in his wheel well. From that point on, it was a simple matter to follow them, staying a couple miles behind the boyfriend's truck.
When Tara told her father she planned to go someplace remote, she was serious. In a state park, they turned off the paved road onto a very rough, seldom used dirt path that led straight into the heart of some heavily forested, somewhat rough terrain. I held back as they crawled through the woods in his little Toyota truck, taking nearly an hour to go the six miles to their campsite. When I saw that the tracker had stopped, I moved forward in my Jeep.
Three miles out, I stopped and set up early warning sensors on trees that flanked the road, and a mile later I began placing a series of trail cams in quarter-mile intervals. A mile from their camp, I found a slight break in the trees where I could back my Wrangler a few hundred feet off the trail.
I pulled my gear from the back and draped the vehicle with a camo net and some fallen branches. In a spot that was clear of overhead foliage, I set out my second-favorite toy, a quiet running drone with remarkable range, a kick-ass zoom and infrared ability. Already in my tactical clothing, I geared up with an ammo belt and mag holders, vest, helmet and tactical pack. I grabbed my rifle, my favorite toy, and headed out. Paralleling the trail but staying well away from it, I moved in on their campsite, stopping two hundred yards out. Their pickup was parked where a fallen pine log impeded any further vehicle access. A marvelous small clearing was just 120 feet uphill. That was where they were busy.
Setting up their tent seemed to be challenging, but they were determined to have a place to play in. By late afternoon the tent was up, fully stocked with their nighttime necessities, and the boyfriend actually set up a campfire worthy of photographing for a scouting handbook. I was already in my woodland ghillie suit. It made me look like a swamp monster if I stood up, but when prone I looked like a clump of grass and tree roots. I had done system checks on the trail cams by the time they were cooking hot dogs over the fire, Tara having declared her ultimate defiance of decorum by stripping naked, except for her hiking boots.
For some time, I watched them, marveling at how my little Tara had grown up. Her silky, brunette hair was long and luxurious, a perfect match for her lovely, brown-eyed girl-next-door face. Toned and graceful, she was a joy to behold. Tara's natural C-cup tits were pert and fabulously placed, with no discernible sag, yet. At only twenty years old she already had full, womanly hips and a gorgeous ass. Silently, I cussed myself for noticing, but how could any man not notice? To me, nothing is sexier than a naked full-figure woman, in rugged boots.
I made a comfy spot to sit at the base of a tall cedar. Even without the directional mic I was using, I could hear them laughing and carrying on. Still, it proved useful. I learned that the boyfriend's name was Trevor, and that he suspected Tara's dad didn't like him, much. Not a total idiot, I suppose. With nearly an hour of sunlight left, I watched them enter the tent, giggling like a pair of middle-schoolers. They talked about where they had put the condoms, and when Tara told him she wanted to put it on his cock, well, that's when I aimed the mic back up the road in the opposite direction. I loved Tara dearly, and that was not something I allowed myself to listen to. My infra-red scope confirmed a cowgirl was in her mount. That's when my training said to find another target for my concentration. Sexual seduction, even for voyeuristic delight, can lead to tragic outcomes. I'm here for a serious purpose.
By midnight, the only sounds I could detect coming from the tent was that of someone snoring. I hoped it was Trevor. I heard an owl, and a raccoon scuttling about nearby. When a family of deer tripped the motion sensors on one of the trail cams, I watched on my phone as they cautiously went about their business. Around 2am, I heard the distant huffing of a very large bear. Likely a brown bear, but possible a grizzly. It was probably a mile or more out, but I slid my rifle from its pouch and attached a thermal zoom optic into place. My 300 Win Mag AR rifle was state of the art and would make short work of the bear if it got too close to the tent. I pulled the suppressor for the rifle from my pack and threaded it on. No sense in waking them up if the big predator needed to be dealt with.
Fortunately, Tara had kept their food stores in a canvas duffle at the nearest big Ponderosa pine, suspended by a rope, about 20 feet off the ground, Their clothes were also stored outside the tent. What do ya know, the girl did pay attention to the Venture Scouting leaders.
It was quite a while before I heard the bear, again, this time sounding even further away. I let myself relax a bit, to breathe in the fresh night air and enjoy just swig of Kentucky bourbon from my flask. I was reflecting upon what a nice night it was when the three-mile sensors tripped. I pulled up the first trail cam on my phone, waited to see what was coming down the trail. More deer, perhaps? I waited. No, not deer this time. A dark SUV with several passengers was creeping down the trail, engine idling, lights off. A half-mile from Tara's camp, it stopped. Luckily, they were in my line of sight. I scoped them with my rifle and watched silently as three armed men got out and started toward the tent, one on the trail and one on either side, moving through the trees. A fourth man stayed behind, waiting in the driver's seat of the vehicle. I killed the power to my electronics, so they could not detect any ping from me.
I remained perfectly still, watching as the three slowly came on line with me, then passed by. I waited for them to get a hundred feet down the trail before I started moving forward, heading to a spot that was to their rear but did not put the tent in my line of fire. The lone intruder walking on the trail was guided by some sort of sensor, likely homing in on a cell phone ping in the tent.
At the campsite, the two flankers emerged from the tree line and walked into the clearing, posting as security as the center man closed on the front of the tent, holding his rifle at the ready.
This is when I stopped their game plan. One, two, three; one, two, three; One! Two! Three!
The three men were down. Each by a triple from my suppressed AR rifle. I rushed toward the trail, found a clear line of sight to the SUV, braced against a friendly tree and took out the driver. Now, the suppressor on my AR helps reduce noise and muzzle flash a good deal, but it can only do so much with a supersonic round. Tara and Trevor were awake. I turned and ran for the camp, hoping to get there before the screaming started, but I got there too late. That Trevor kid was quite the screamer. The moon was nearly full and cast considerable light, and when Trevor saw me racing in their direction, a creepy forest monster in a ghillie suit, he ran off, screaming into the woods behind their camp. Tara looked like she would have followed him if she hadn't been paralyzed in terror.
Running into their camp, I pushed back the top of the suit, hoping to show Tara it was me. She shook with disbelief, eyes wide. Hyperventilating, wearing a long Black 'Cold Play' baggie tee shirt.
"Uncle Gabe?" she blurted out a question, still in shock from the motionless bodies that littered the campsite. "Wha, what the;" she glanced around, again. "What the fuck is this?"
"This," I explained, "is why you should always listen to your father. Security teams exist for a reason, Tara, and this;” I rolled over a dead assailant for her to see his blackened face; “is the reason."
I checked the three men for a pulse and found none. Two of them had Latino gang tattoos. The two Hispanics I didn't recognize, but the Caucasian looked familiar. I motioned Tara over. "Sweetie, do you recognize any of these men?" When she looked at the Caucasian, her eyes lit up.
"That's John!" she exclaimed, startled. "John MacIntyre! He's been on my security team for almost a month! I, I; I don't understand! What's going on?" She started to shiver in the cold mountain night breeze, being barefoot and bare-legged.
"Tara, listen to me.” I said as I walked over to the big Ponderosa Tree and untied the ropes, lowering their supplies to the ground. “I need you to calm down, take a few deep breaths and put on some clothing. Then go gather up your boyfriend. Round him up and we'll talk, okay?" Tara nodded, then unzipped the duffle and pulled out her jeans. She slipped on her hikers and ran to find Trevor. I searched the bodies for IDs, found nothing. By the time I had finished taking photos and removed my ghillie suit, Tara returned, pulling a traumatized Trevor in tow. I told them to gather their shit quickly and secure it in the back of Trevor's pickup. "Get packed up, I need to check something and I'll be right back."
Back at my comfy tree, I booted up my electronics, then picked up the drone controller and sent it up. Scanning with infrared, I sent it to follow the trail back as far as its range would allow. Nothing. I brought it back to land near my Jeep. Gathering my gear, I ran to the hit team's SUV, searched for anything that might be a clue as to who these guys were. Nothing, not even a phone. I yanked the dead driver out of the vehicle, got in and started the engine, then drove the vehicle up the trail. I parked it next to Trevor's pickup.
"Everything packed?" I asked as I got out.
Tara nodded, She had a backpack on one shoulder, I saw a bunch of crap thrown hastily in the open back hatch.
Trevor looked like a man who suddenly realized there was shit in his britches.
"Okay, good. Now, we don't have time for twenty questions, so just understand that some very bad people have some very bad plans for you.”
I turned my attention to the boy; “Trevor, you need to get someplace off the grid and hide for a few days. No electronics, or they'll find you. I'd leave all that shit here, if I was you." Trevor nodded and threw his phone into the woods.
"Tara," I said firmly, "you're coming with me." Without argument, she kissed her boyfriend. Then she opened his driver door and said; “Now get your ass in a safe place and don't call me until after you see my face in a live presser, with my dad. Go, she ordered as she slapped her hand on the hood of the vehicle. “Now!”
He made a tight turn around and drove slowly off just as the first signs of impending sunrise emerged.
Tara then picked up her day pack and we walked silently, vigilantly; back to my Jeep.
Once we were well out of the area, I called Jason.
"Are you certain it was John McIntyre?" Jason asked. Tara grabbed my phone, then put it to speakerphone.
"Daddy, it was John," she confirmed. "What the hell was he doing, there, and who were those other guys?"
"Sweetheart, I don't know. I'm going to get an investigation going, just as soon as I get off the phone. Until we know more, I want you to stay with Uncle Gabe, okay?"
"Okay, Daddy. I love you."
"I love you, too, Tara. I need to speak to Gabe, now."
“Jason, I have two pieces of advice. I will code the first. 'Trout master'.
“Yup!” Was Jason's clear confirmation.
“Second, let Defense intelligence handle this. If your own administration is compromised, Assume that your entire state security is needed an outside investigation. Because I'm now in the thick of this, and it has international implications, The Fed's will take over, anyway. But Defense intelligence is less likely to be corrupted by politics.”
It was late morning when we finished the long drive and pulled up to my cabin, nestled in forest at the end of a long dirt driveway. Sunlight shone like glitter on the lake, just West of the property. We got out, stretched our legs, and Tara took it all in with her eyes. She grinned, turned to grab my arm as I came around the Jeep.
"Dang, Uncle Gabe," she beamed, "this is really nice. It's so peaceful. Why is this the first time I'm seeing it?" I drew her in for a long hug and kissed her forehead.
"Well, it's a bit of a drive and your dad never really takes time off."
"Tell me about it. Still, you could have just taken me, you know? Oh, my god! Is that a boat? You got a boat? I so want to go for a ride on it. Can we?" I kissed her forehead, again, and broke the hug.
"We'll take it out, hon," I promised as I moved to the back of the Jeep. "We just need to get these groceries inside and get settled in, first. Give an old man a hand?" Tara followed me and I handed her a couple grocery bags. I loaded up with as many as I could and followed her up the steps to the porch and front door. Watching Tara's ass, and the sway of her hips, only reminded me that Trevor was one lucky son-of-a-bitch who would never be worthy of her affection.
Inside, Tara looked around the cabin, impressed by what she saw. The central room was spacious, with an open floor plan that included the living room, kitchen, dining nook, open pantry, and a massive fireplace that always steals the show. Built of stone and timber, the cabin had several large windows and a high, vaulted ceiling. The back had two bedrooms and a roomy bathroom with a big, walk-in tiled shower. Rustic log furniture was arranged around an area rug, centered to face the fireplace.
"Damn, Gabe, this is gorgeous. I might not want to ever leave."
"Oh," I began, setting the grocery bags on the kitchen counter, "you'll be plenty bored in a day or two, just like everyone else." I looked at Tara and grinned. "No TV."
"Everyone else?" she pressed. "Who is everyone, past girlfriends?"
"No, not really. More like, short-term romantic interests."
Tara chuckled, "So, basically just one night stands and fuck buddies?" I shrugged, not wishing to expand on the topic.
"Pretty much, yeah. Come on, potty-mouth, let's get the Jeep unloaded before I starve to death."
We settled in, putting away the groceries and gear I had brought in. Tara fixed us some sandwiches while I cleaned my AR in the living room. The beers and roast beef sandwiches hit the spot. I started a fire in the fireplace and we spent the afternoon chatting and loafing. Tara proved to be great company, and always kept the conversation interesting. It was the first time that she and I were able to sit and just talk, alone together. It was nice.
"Okay," she began, "so of all the women you've brought here, how many did you have sex with out on your boat?"
"Good lord, girl," I laughed, "you have a smutty mind. Where do you get all these questions?"
"You're being evasive, Uncle Gabe," she scolded. "How many, and if you try to bullshit me you will be punished severely."
"Punished?" I pondered aloud, twisting the cap off a fresh beer. "How so?"
"Ever been kicked in the nuts and ruthlessly tickled, all at the same time?"
"Two," I said without hesitation. "There were two." Nobody wants to get kicked in the nuts while being tickled.
We knocked out our daily beer ration and just enjoyed each other's company. The sun set, the moon rose. Around ten o'clock my phone rang. Jason had flown in the team, our old Army buddies, Kyle, Emmett, and Frank. Kyle and Emmett would be handling the investigation parallel to the official one, and Frank would cover us as overwatch. I told Frank to take the night off due to the thunderstorm that was heading our way, which he thought was pretty funny. Yeah, Frank loved playing soldier in shitty weather. What was I thinking?
Tara and I cleaned up our mess, and I checked the door locks and set the alarm. I walked her to her bedroom door and gave her a big hug.
"Crappy circumstances aside," I told her, "it's still really nice having you here, and being able to spend this time with you."
Tara rose up on her tip-toes and kissed my cheek. I opened the guestroom door and she went inside.
I lay in my bed, counting after the lightning, waiting for the thunder. Doing the math. That last one was loud, and less than a mile off. Tara's soft rapping at the bedroom door pulled my attention away from the storm. The door opened slightly and Tara peeked in.
"Uncle Gabe?" she asked sheepishly. "I'm sorry to wake you."
"It's fine, sweetie. I was still awake. Is something wrong?"
Tara entered my bedroom and walked across the room to my bed, wearing a long, loose shirt for pajamas.
"Well, kinda," she began. "With all the crazy killer stuff going on, and the storm; and being alone in an unfamiliar room, it's just so scary, is all. Would it be okay if I slept in here with you, tonight?"
"I'm not sure that your dad would approve of those sleeping arrangements, do you?"
Tara scoffed as she slid into my bed, beneath the sheet and comforter. "Is there anyone in this room stupid enough to tell him?" I looked around the room and shook my head.
"No, not that I can see," I said, scooting over to give Tara half of the bed. She pulled the shirt off and snuggled in close to me, her bare titties against my left arm. Lying on her side, she threw her left leg and arm across me, her hand settling on the waistband of my boxers. Disapprovingly, she tugged at the elastic.
"What's this?" she whispered. "How can anyone sleep with their clothing cutting into them like this?"
For a long moment I just lay there, my brain struggling with what was happening.
When I bridged up, Tara pulled my boxers down as far as she could reach, then caught them with her toes and pushed them the rest of the way down. I kicked free of them and tossed the covers down, exposing us. We were both naked.
I turned toward her, placed my hand against her cheek and kissed her lovingly.
Tara seemed to come alive with that kiss, pressing herself even tighter against me. She thrust her curious tongue deep in my mouth, getting familiar with me.
I moved my hand to a magnificent titty, fondled it gently, rubbed the swelling nipple with my thumb, while she firmly grabbed hold of my cock. Rolling Tara onto her back, I began to kiss her neck as she started stroking my rapidly hardening cock.
My licks and kisses continued their descent, soon arriving at those luscious, very suckable tits. Tara's tits turned out to be highly sensitive, so I took my time pleasuring them. With proper sucking and teasing, her nipples were nearly the size of my pinky's last digit, standing tall from her small, dark areolas. I could have spent hours sucking and squeezing those tits, but Tara's stroking of my cock had me hard as a hedgepost. I needed to slow her down a bit.
"Baby," I said softly, "I need to taste you." I started to move down to her pussy, but she caught me and pushed me over onto my back, smiling at me.
"Don't trouble yourself," she said sexily as she climbed on top of me. "This meal is being delivered." With that, Tara walked forward on her knees until her wet pussy was directly above my mouth.
I grabbed her ass cheeks roughly, spread them apart as my tongue flicked out to play up and down between her swelling labia.
She squealed with delight and clutched my hair tightly. Lowering herself further onto my mouth, she pressed her pussy firmly against my lips. I pushed my tongue as far as it could reach up into her honey hole, eliciting a new wave of sex-squeals and moans.
I moved my thumbs to her pussy lips, pushing them outward to fully expose her to my marauding tongue.
Tara began to grind her pussy back and forth, trying to increase the stimulation of her clitty.
I accommodated her needs by licking hard up her labial channel, from cunt hole to clitoris.
"Oh, fuck, Uncle Gabe!" she gasped. "That is so fucking nice! Oh; please don't stop. Hmm, yes, suck my pussy!" I could tell she enjoyed getting her pussy eaten almost as much as she liked having her titties sucked. Her moaning and grinding had me so hard it was becoming uncomfortable.
Still, I was having too much fun at the moment to stop.
I pressed the tip of my tongue into the soft flesh beside her clit, then made slow, firm circles around the little button, careful not to touch it and ruin the tease. When Tara tried to shift her hips, hoping her clit and my tongue would collide, I tightened my grip on her ass, holding her steady.
"Gabriel!" she growled.
I laughed inwardly at her frustration, then sealed my lips tightly around her nub. With my upper teeth holding it in place, I assaulted her clit from below with my tongue, hard, fast licks, then alternating with long, slow licks.
She cried out, just before the first orgasm took her. Her body trembled and she bore down with her hips, crushing her twat hard against my mouth. I countered by jamming my tongue deep inside her, catching and swallowing the copious juices being secreted by her. She released the death grip she had on my hair and seized the top of the headboard, screaming, grinding needily against my wet, slippery face.
I gulped air when I could, dug my fingers into that beautiful ass flesh. We went on like that until the orgasms had taken their toll on Tara's body.
"Oh, shit," she panted, "we need to stop for a second." Tara moved off of my face and gestured for me to move down, away from the headboard. When I did, she promptly repositioned on top of me for a sixty-nine.
My mouth immediately moved back in to get busy with her cunny, and I felt her fingers close around the steel pole which my cock had become. My tongue slammed her clit at the same moment I felt her hot, wet mouth engulf my cockhead. I worked her pussy over like it was a contest, fingers in her cunt and ass as my tongue ravaged her clit.
Tara took up the challenge, too, bobbing and sucking my cock like we were filming a porno. She took my cock into her throat, over and over, driving me out of my mind with lust. When she pulled half off of my cock, I felt her squeeze me with her thighs. Her body convulsed from another orgasm and she moaned loudly around the cock in her mouth. I pulled my fingers from her, reached down and squeezed her titties tightly, pinched her nipples hard as I started tongue fucking her cum chute. She cried out in pleasure, pulling her mouth from me, and tried to climb off of me.
I released her tits and quickly wrapped my arms around her waist, locking her in place while I continued my oral onslaught. After a few more orgasms, Tara was a quivering, stammering wreckage of fried nerve endings. Her lean, trembling, hot little body was built for fucking, and it was time to do just that.
I released her from my grasp and helped move her over onto her back. Quickly, I got in position to fuck her, pressing my cockhead against her pussy hole as I leaned forward and kissed her lips passionately. When she tried to raise her legs to wrap them around me, I caught them, pushed her knees toward her titties as I broke the kiss and raised myself up.
"Do it!" she commanded, her breathing still ragged and shallow. I nodded, placed her feet against my pecs. Tara grasped my thighs, just above the knees as I thrust forward. Her cunt hole was wet and warm, much tighter than I had first expected. It held about three inches of my shaft and was clamping down like a python squeezing a monkey. "Oh, fuck!" she yelled. "I want it all; goddamn! I'm going to cum already and you don't even have your cock all the way in! Slam my pussy, now!"
I truly wanted to oblige Tara's wishes, but she was so tight I wasn't sure if I could. I pulled back just a little, then thrust in with more force. I only gained about an extra inch of her cunny.
"Fuck, Gabe!" she screamed. "Push that big fucking cock into me before I cum!"
I picked up the pace and started pumping into her hard. I was close to being balls deep in her when the orgasm overtook her. Tara's pussy had held my cock in a stranglehold before her climax, but now the walls clamped down even harder. It was as if someone had closed a vise on my pecker. Unable to slide it, I just made little tiny thrusts until she came down from the orgasmic high she was on. Gradually, I felt the pressure ease up some, and my thrusts became freer.
Soon, we were banging full throttle, my cockhead smacking the door to her uterus and my balls slapping against her pucker. I loved pounding Tara's tight little cunt, loved the padded sensation of slamming into her swollen, excited pussy lips I loved how her tits rocked as I thrust into her, loved the many sex-noises she made. I loved how she grabbed at me, dug her nails into me, how she pulled my head down to kiss me and gasp into my mouth. I loved how the orgasms made her scream, how they made her body spasm and shake. I loved Tara.
We banged hard like that for several minutes. When I felt the first warnings of my own impending climax, I pulled my wet cock from her and rolled her over, lifted her hips into a doggy position.
Tara tried to raise up onto all fours, but I pushed her upper body down, titties to the sheet. I moved forward on my knees, my legs outside hers as I lined up my cock. I grabbed her hips roughly and rammed myself into her. Tara screamed into a pillow at the sudden, full penetration. Four more times I pulled completely out, then slammed in hard, each time making her shout into the pillow, each time enjoying how she thrust back against me, ensuring the impact was full force.
"Girl," I said huskily, my voice heavy with lust as I picked up the pace, "you have an amazing pussy! Damn! You feel so fucking good." At that point, I was only pulling back halfway before shoving back in for more.
"Ah-ee!" she squealed when I started to pound her pussy even faster. "Oh, my god, Gabe! Your cock is so fucking big, and so damn hard! It's like I'm being ripped open!"
"Need me to stop, hon?" I panted.
"Oh, hell no! Don't you fucking dare!" she yelled. Good thing, because I wasn't planning on stopping. In fact, it was time to pick things up and fuck her with everything I had. Full power thrusts, as fast as I could for as long as I could.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Our bodies bashed together, filling the bedroom with the frenzied sounds of our lovemaking. I had experienced some highly vigorous fuck fests during previous encounters with other ladies, but this one with Tara, put them all to shame. Tara's orgasms were a continual flow of climactic waves, keeping her screaming and shaking. When I could no longer hold off my own, I grabbed hold of her ass cheeks and kept pumping her wondrous pussy, heavy ropes of cum blasting inside her from my pulsing cock. Blast after blast, filling up her cock-sleeve with my warm, creamy nut sauce.
Tara collapsed flat against the mattress and I followed her down, my prick still buried deep within her, still throbbing and oozing cum. For a few minutes, we just lay together like that, with me inside her pussy while lying atop her. In time, my pulse slowed and my lungs got me caught up on oxygen. I pulled my soft cock from her dripping pussy and moved next to her. Tara rolled to her side, facing me. She looked lovingly into my eyes, then kissed me, long and tenderly. The next few minutes were spent cuddling and kissing, touching each other. When Tara's breathing told me that she was asleep.