Chapter 1: Travelling

It has been some years since this occurred, so now I can tell my story. My name is John Wick, yes, like the guy in the movie. The really crazy thing is that we have the same type of job. Anyhow, in nineteen-eighty, there weren’t cell phones or powerful computers, making it easy for the government to track you, global hit orders, or issue Amber-type alerts. The craziness of my life started on November 30, 1980. Actually, a day earlier, during the third day, I was moving to Chester in upper Montana from Tampa.

The small town in Montana was chosen for the solitude it afforded. Fewer people around meant fewer nosey neighbors to deal with. Thus, there would be less of a chance of giving myself away. Less explaining to a multitude of people my cover story or need to explain absences. The town was in the middle of the mountains and surrounded by woods. The valleys and trees make for a natural gun range. The trees would deaden the sounds of gunshots. Plus, something was always in season as a reason for echos in the canyons. Lastly, the cost of living was low, and I could afford a small place with a house that was little more than a cabin. But it had an outbuilding dug into the side of a hill, which already had metal doors and plenty of power. It had been a marijuana grow house. It would easily become a large vault of sorts.

At that time, I had my nondescript faded panel side blue nineteen-seventy-four Chevy Caprice Estate station wagon (think crossover for you millennials and younger). It was far from flashy, but flashy was not in my best interest. Non-descript and boring were ideal, and it had the V-8 to pull an enclosed old wooden box trailer behind it. The trailer contained items that, individually, could likely be explained away. But as a group, the items would need to be left behind if anyone asked to look inside. A stop by the police was unlikely, but it was good to have options.

The trip from Tampa and the Army’s special operations unit at MacDill AFB all the way to Montana was a twenty-seven-hundred-mile-long drive. It required multiple stops along the way. The weighted-down trailer required me to drive at or below the speed limit as I drove through the two sets of mountains. It meant I had to stop for the night in cheap hotels outside of Chattanooga and Kansas City. After driving for two long days, I figured I had earned a short day and a night at an Indian reservation casino. A friend had gotten me a comped room for the night.

Parking the car and leaving the trailer attached, I opened the back door to get my suitcase. The temperature was already forty-five degrees but was falling rapidly. It was a bit of a change from the eighty I had left in Tampa three days earlier. When I reached Montana, another dramatic temperature change was expected when I got there. I was planning on dumping the shorts I had been wearing for jeans. But for the rest of the night, I would be in my shorts while at the blackjack table.

I was not a big winner, like most people claim. I’m always humored by how few people claim they lost money at the tables but swear they won big. I say look around; they aren’t building those huge places if everyone wins. So I played for four hours and had a dinner that didn’t include “Would you like fries with that?” It was good to slow down for a night if I was going to do a twenty-hour drive the next day. The only issue was that I wasn’t winning, but I wasn’t losing either. And the fine-looking redhead next to me flirted with me all night.

Her name was May Reynolds. She was around five feet four, with freckles and green-as-green eyes can get. She had a sweet kind of laugh. She had gone out with a girlfriend to forget about breaking up with a guy she had dated for over a year. Her girlfriend had found a cute guy and had left May at the table with a couple hundred dollars. Her friend had told May to spend the money on a gigolo. May decided blackjack would be just as much fun.

After the night had gone on for a while, our jokes and teases had gotten more on the raunchy side. I had five cards showing a value of twenty when I teased the slim, well-endowed woman of twenty-two. “You’re hotter than this hand, and your boyfriend dumped you? He is an idiot, or you’re a lousy lay. As bad as the hand the dealer has. Which I doubt. That body is made for a fun time in bed.” The dealer’s hand was showing a three.

May took the comment in stride but did say, “Yeah, he said I just laid there and was not into sex. He kept trying to fuck me in the ass, like he did the guys he would pick up when I wouldn’t.”

“He was bi? And you didn’t care if he got strange on the side?”

“Fuck no. It kept him out of my ass with his puny dick. That is why I think he wanted to do me in the ass. To make him feel like he was big. Hell, I may have just laid there. His dick did nothing for me.” She stated, being a typical scorned ex, while looking at her cards.

She took another card and busted. It was the last of her cash, and it was getting close to midnight, and I had a long drive planned for the next day. I turned to her after collecting my ten dollars and said, “Hey, it’s been nice meeting you. But as I said, I have a long way to go tomorrow. So you have a good night.” I extended my hand to her.

She took it and started to shake it, but didn’t let go. “You’ve got a room here, and I got an urge to make sure I’m not a lousy lay. Plus, you look like you have a decent-sized dick. So come on, let’s go to your room. I need you to fuck my brains out.” She read my look, wondering if she was a pro and was just working a mark. “I’m not a pro; in fact, Dickwad is the only guy I’ve ever fucked. He and his puny cock.”

“Don’t let it be said I left a woman in need,” I said, leading her to my room. I wasn’t worried about getting rolled in the night, as I’m a light sleeper when someone else is in the bed with me. Plus, my gun was already in the side table. Rubbers were in the drawer too, but May had said she finished her “time of the month” two days earlier. And AIDS was not something anyone but gay guys in California even had an inkling of. Most of the STDs could be cured with a shot of penicillin.

It is one reason I almost balked at her coming to my room to fuck. But when I had barely closed the door and May was on her knees, yanking on my shorts, it removed any lingering concerns. In fact, she hadn’t even bothered with kissing me before she sprung into action. She had my shorts and boxers around my ankles in no time. The first thing she said, staring at my dick, was, “Shit, your dick is huge. I don’t know if it is going to fit.” She wasn’t very specific about where it wasn’t going to fit. I assumed she meant her pussy but it did also stretch her mouth. Her oral cavity was completely filled after her lips stretched over my bulbous purple head and then slid down the five-and-a-half-inch circumference of the shaft. Every part of her lips was in contact with some part of my cock. Going down the length, the knurls and veins deformed her lips even more.

May’s tongue did a good job of circling what it could of my circumcised cock, and the ridge formed behind the flared head. She had obviously blown her boyfriend. But she still needed some guidance to learn to bob along the shaft. And that, my dick didn’t have to stay within her lips at all times. That she could hold my cock and lick up it like it was a Popsicle or just kiss along it. Both were also pleasurable. It only took a little guidance before she was doing it like a pro. Which didn’t surprise me as she was eager to learn since she said her ex just expected her to know what to do.

Besides moaning happily while learning to lick and suck my cock, she seemed just as eager to lick my balls and take each one into her mouth. It was that or she was thrilled I hadn’t ignored her and had her loose blue blouse and bra off her. And her “C” cup teardrops overfilled my hands while I massaged them and rolled the bright pink nipple on top of the freckled flesh.

May alternated using me as a lollipop and stretching her lips to their full extent, popping over my head. A couple of times she gagged, going further down my rod. The closing of her throat and the extra drool on my cock felt good. She was cupping my balls and rolling them when the flick of her nipple excited her too much. She jetted down my shaft, tongue swirling, but misjudged her stopping distance. The gag was severe, but so was the pleasure of her throat trying to swallow my obstructive head.

It was enough to start me shooting spunk. I warned May, “God, I’m gonna cum.”

Despite the gagging, she held firmly onto my ass, keeping my cock where it was inside her. It meant my cum skipped her tongue and tastebuds going directly to her esophagus headed to her stomach. May gulped and slobbered while my cock twitched in her mouth. The four main heavy loads of cum were on their way to her stomach before she backed off, having the rest of my semen fill her mouth. She swallowed it as rapidly as it coated her palate, coughing and sputtering the whole time. I was on the dregs when May was no longer hacking.

Slurping on my cock, getting any errant cum off my dick May sat back. She had her still skirt-covered ass on the back of her calves. She looked up and passed my cock to look me in the eye. “Dickwad always wanted me to do that.” She wiped some of the drool off her lips with the back of her hand. “But I never had him or anyone else cum in my mouth. Hell, you barely did. It all went straight to my stomach. You have a very big dick, by the way. And deep-thoating a cock is hard, but needed when the dick you’re sucking is this big.” She grabbed my semi-solid dick at the base and waved it to make her point. “That was also a first. Nobody has ever been in my throat before.”

“You did a hell of a good job. I wouldn’t have put that as your first-time deep-throating,” I complimented. It hadn’t ended as badly as some first-time deep-throatings. But it wasn’t as good as some of the women who had been doing it for a while.

I took her hand and raised her up from her knees. “Now it’s your turn.” I kissed her and started a tongue battle with her. She still tasted of cum, but I had kissed other women after they had blown me and never had an issue. May seemed shocked. Between battles, she said, “Wow, you’re kissing me after I just blew you. No mouthwash or anything.”

“Got to get to returning the favor,” I stated, undoing her skirt. It fell naturally to the ground around her feet. Doing so, I could see red hairs poking out of her, slightly more attractive than granny panties, panties. She obviously had a full bush.

May helped with her white panties eager to get them off. “Damn, Dickwad wouldn’t do either of those.”
“Either of what?” I asked. while I sucked on her long pink nipple that had hardened.

She moaned, but still completed her thought. “Kiss me after I blew him, even though he didn’t cum in my mouth or go down on me.”

“His loss,” I said, looking at her wild strawberry bush. It was far from what I liked. I preferred a woman with hardwood floors. But it was nice to see the shag carpet match the drapes. I tossed her back onto the bed and removed her tennis shoes.

I stared down at her naked body for a moment. Her firm freckled tits, though a full teardrop earlier, barely hung over the sides of her chest. She had a virtually non-existent belly button. It was little more than a slit in the middle of her pale, white, freckled stomach. It was flat and narrowed before the gradual flaring out of her hips. She had one other slight rise just above her massive tangle of red pubic hair. The hair covered the rise and went down either side of her watering slit.

Seizing her sock-covered feet, I spread her legs wide as I raised them up. It tilted her hips, serving up her already wet pussy. As I dove in, I said, “Time to get to it.” Her clit took no time to harden and peek out from behind its hood. Up and back, my tongue passed through the valley of her plump pussy lips. May was beyond appreciating and was rolling her head side to side, moaning from almost the first second my tongue found her clit. She began lightly punching the bed when I moved down to run my tongue in and out of her hole.

May moaned, “I fucking love this. Hell yes, eat me. Munch on my rug.” I was finding it hard to be my usual energetic self while eating her. I truly disliked furry bushes. Their hairs were constantly acting as dental floss, and May’s were no different. Plus, they tended to have a bit more of a pissy taste to them. I would have had May orgasm uncontrollably in three minutes. If she had bare lips extending around to her asshole and a one-blade shave of a landing strip or, better yet, hardwood. But she didn’t, so it took a full seven minutes to make her cum.

She screeched about cumming the first time. She wailed and beat on the bed hard with a balled-up fist the second time, five minutes later. She was beating on me four minutes after that as I sucked and flicked her clit while two fingers were telling her to come here on top of her spongy washboard. She huffed and screamed, “Stop too much. Oh fuck, stop.” I thought she was going to have security break down the door to rescue her.

“So you liked that?” I asked after I moved back and was only blowing across her fuzzy sex.

“Oh shit, yes. Where have you been for the past ten years? I’d be yours for life if you had been doing that all those years.” She panted, her shaky hands going up and down over her, verifying her body was still intact.

““Ten years ago, you would have been what? ... Twelve. I don’t know any twelve-year-olds cumming like you just did by getting eaten. Plus, they were places I can’t talk about. And if I did, I would have to, in this case, fuck you to death.” I said it as a joke and as a way of cutting off the conversation there. I found that just saying I couldn’t talk about it made it the only conversation of the night. But to make sure it didn’t go back to that, I added. “I would have said, eat you alive. Or until you’re dead in this case. But honestly, I prefer my pussies bald.” I pulled out a long hair that had gotten wedged between my teeth about four minutes into eating her. She was bucking and swinging her hips at my mouth wildly when it occurred.

I put the hair on her chin, saying, “This belongs to you.”

“I never thought about that,” May said, mostly recovered from her orgasm. “Dickwad never went down on me, so it wasn’t a problem. You know, at twelve, I would have been bald. So it would have been no problem back then.”

“It’s not a problem, just a preference. And you are beautiful like this as well,” I said, running my hand back and forth, mussing her pussyhair.

“Fuck, find me a razor. I’ll fix that right now. If you will eat me again,” she said, not at all offended.

“Nah. I have a better idea.” I slid up her body a bit further but kept her legs on my shoulders. I rubbed my re-engorged cock head through her hairy slit. It was plenty lubricated from all the cum that had continued to leak out as well as my spit.

May moaned as her labia were parted up and down the length of their split. She was already lightly gasping when my lubricated head was at her entrance. She voiced her concern, “Fuck, it is so big it’s gonna hurt, isn’t it?”

I didn’t want to lie to the woman. Her pussy’s passage had been tight when I inserted my tongue. My dick was going to stretch her in ways she had never been stretched before. “I won’t say it won’t, but I will do what I can to minimize it and make it good for you.”

May yelped out, “Oh God,” as I pushed my head into her crushing hole. I couldn’t help but think that if any of her hymen had been left after fucking her boyfriend and his small dick, it was gone now. She huffed and panted like she was having sex for the first time. I went slow as she bellowed, “Fuck ... Fuck, you’re splitting me.” Shortly after, I stopped my progress forward and even backed up a little. She groaned, “Aurgh ... More ... Give it all to me. Split me, I want it all.”

I filled her with my whole dick five minutes later. And two minutes after that, she was thrusting against me as I pulverized her cunt. Her juice and contractions seemed to come faster. May climaxed quickly and compressed my dick further as her muscles seized. I continued to screw her with long, slow strokes. She wrapped her legs around my waist and drove her feet into my ass in time with her thrust.

After clawing at my head to drive my face into hers like my cock was doing to her cunt, she pulled back and huffed. “Doggy-style. Don’t think me a slut. Will you fuck me doggy-style? Dickwad always wanted to. And I want to do everything he wanted to do with you.”

We were sweaty, and I thought a break from her cunt for a few seconds to change positions would be good. I was also breathing heavily when I answered with a question: “Are you sure we’re going to do everything Dickwad wanted you to do?”