Chapter 51: Coming Into Los Angeles

Wednesday Morning August 20, 2008, touchdown at 7:04 AM

Van Nuys Airport, LA

(Author’s Personal Note: it is the way my brain works, when I see or here the phrase “Coming into Los Angeles” my mind immediately goes to the Arlo Guthrie song from the “Woodstock” movie and 8-track tape/record/cassette/CD/DVD/Blu-ray. It goes, “Coming into Los Angeles/ Bringing in a couple of keys/ Don’t touch my bag if you please Mr. customs man,” I guess you had to be there. Where? 1969 is where.)

The red-eye return flight from Peru to LA was long and boring, but in the private plane I was able to get some low-quality sleep.

At the airport, Nia was waiting for me with the Town Car. There were two other vans, one to take the Detroit gang to Bob Hope Airport for the flight home (Van Nuys is almost exclusively noncommercial, Bob Hope Airport has commercial flights and is on the next expressway over) and the second to take the the locals to their homes. Because I had to work today I arranged for the Lincoln. Zar trusted Nia to make these “drive in heavy traffic then wait” trips.

Based on recent events I expected to find Li or Abril (or both), wearing their diamonds and nothing else, waiting for me in the back seat. So I was surprised but not disappointed to find Cynthia there instead. (I really had to put some thought into gems for my baby mamas.) As soon as I got in she was all over me with kisses, hugs and eager hands. Between Chronis, her family trip to the Bay area to see her sister, and then my wedding, we had not shared enough “alone and naked” time together since Tony came in. She said I was overdue and she intended to start collecting “creamy white” interest right away.

I didn’t argue, it would not do any good. So I took my medicine as prescribed, with a little sugar and some Sin-sin.

Cynthia greeted me wearing a short skimpy dress with six buttons down the front. That means it unbuttoned down the front, and in the back seat she didn’t really need it. She started with the top button and I started at the bottom. Mutual effort had the dress wide open in seconds, revealing what was underneath - just sweet young baby-mama, about 14 weeks along and horny. She complained, with a smile, that no bra or panties fit any more.

I knew what came first, I paid excess reverence and appreciation to her belly where my child was growing. Cynthia’s open dress allowed me to lavish plenty of kisses on her lower belly while Nia navigated smoothly through traffic on city streets.

“How much time do we have?” Cynthia asked as she basked in my attention.

Such a simple collection of words, it framed one of the deepest of philosophical questions, a question that we could never answer. Asking the question defined self-awareness, the border between man and the lower forms, the essence of sentience. Well, I get distracted easily, I have a deep education that took a philosophical bend at one time. I wondered if a lack of some normal emotions meant I had evolved. But no, I was just a psychopath who made the effort to fit in well so I didn’t scare the girls off.

Cynthia didn’t mean it like that. She had a better than average public education in LA but that still meant that students and teachers responded to a bell like Pavlov’s dogs. Philosophy books remain on the shelf, looking profound while gathering dust.

Thinking of self-awareness I was suddenly self-aware of my hunger for a ring of dough that was, at this very minute, floating down a river of bubbling hot oil. I knew better than to mention that to Cynthia. Instead I said a word to Nia in our native tongue. Nia flashed me a smile because she knew what it meant. We all have hungers.

I considered Cynthia’s question as she intended it, how much time did she have to enjoy my attentions? This time of day we would be lucky to get home by 8:30 AM. I had to shower, change, and get to the office. Some of those things could be done with company. My meeting on the water rights brief was at 2:00 PM but I could not walk in cold. I had to be out of the house by 10:30 at the latest, so I could read a virtual stack of emails that were waiting from my readers so I could check any significant points they mentioned. I knew that, no matter what, the only meaningful question raised would be the last one I read - it was funny how life worked that way. Once at work I was sure I would be there late, I was done with this job so I would be starting on whatever project was next.

“I will never have enough time to love up your body as much as you deserve,” I said. “Plus I imagine Abril and Li...”

She had that covered. “News flash: Li in taking some hours at work to make up for your naughty wedding weekend. Abril is at work, she has become very conscientious lately, you know security is running overtime. She will be all over your body tonight, that car you gave her was life-changing has replaced her favorite sex toy, she just sits in it with me or Li and makes out in the garage where we can be naked. She is driving it with instruction by everyone, actually listening to them. I guess that means we have some time to talk and fuck now, and maybe we can share a quickie in the shower?”

“You deserve more ... but things have been busy lately ... a shower works.”

This led to more kissing and hugging with her wiggling in my arms on general principles as we drove towards the expressway. As I requested, Nia stopped at the closest drive-thru donut shop. The Town Car has dark tinting on the back windows so the minimum wage types at the pickup window probably could not see much of Cynthia’s sweet naked body stretched out on mine when Nia picked up my sugar fix at the drive-up.

As for Cynthia, my fingers found her pussy very wet and and her sex drive all wound up. With my kisses and one hand teasing her nipples my fingers worked inside her. She clung to me with her legs spread for access and she made happy, satisfied throat noises as she enjoyed my warmup finger moves quicker then either of us expected.

“Oh yes ... you touch me there ... right there ... so good ... yes YESS OHHHH!”

Nia had pulled out of the drive-up but the window was still open as she pulled out. Two girls in the car that was suddenly next to us heard Cynthia. They smiled and asked where they might get some of whatever was served in our back seat. I told Nia “show them” so she lowered the back seat window and hit the interior lights to show naked Cynthia wrapped around my body with my fingers in her pussy and a look of bliss on her face.

The girls got quite an eyeful, my town car and the black Mustang convertible with USC stickers were next to each other as we both slowed for a red light.

After staring for a moment all wide-eyed one of the girls yelled, “Remember sisters, safe sex.”

Nia got the last word, she raised the rear window and eased into a right turn. “It is a little late for that lovers, we are both pregnant. Such cute kids we will have.”

From the looks on they girl’s faces I’d say that those words were more surprising then what they saw. They would probably tell all their friends about the rich young guy in the limo, providing conversation, speculation and wet panties around the sorority house for the next few months.

As Cynthia finished her fireworks Nia distinctly said “that is one.” Cynthia giggled like Nia had stuck her with a giggle-shock stick.

I knew that was just for starters.

One very quick finger-fuck was just a start for my youngest baby-mama. After her first climax she pointed out three places where I could keep my lips busy; her nipples plumped up nice with a little attention and she was voracious when our lips met. Down below her hands were eager to get my pants open. When she got my cock out I slipped forward on the seat as Cynthia, kneeling on the seat, straddled my legs and slipped her wonderful eager wet pussy all around and down on my cock. She was sitting on top of me, completely naked, posting up and down, fucking me while enjoying the view out the back window. To think, in mid-May she had been a complete virgin when Abril brought her to my bed as a tease.

Once Cynthia finished her initial frenzy of copulatory joy she got comfortable in her new position by grabbing the two coat hangers above the doors on both sides and using them to lean forward. Her nipples were right in front of my face, demanding attention. I gave her nipples the attention she wanted.

Of course I also told her that her breasts seemed to be a bit more than they had been as they got ready for the baby. “Maybe it is the oral attention they are getting from Abril that is helping ... they really do seem to have expanded in size and pertness.”

Large boobs were an issue for Cynthia because she was sure they would get saggy as they grew. So I didn’t use the term “bigger” and always tried to work in “pertness” and benefit for our baby.

Nia, who had seen bare boobs all her life, had a more realistic view of things than somebody who took showers with LA schoolgirls, where the implants seemed to start younger each year. I am told that there are some schools where girls who get them from daddy for their 12th birthday.

That raises questions. Before or after the birthday? If before, how are they wrapped and presented? To friends, relatives, their daddy’s friends, etc.? Are butt implants, lips, and botox part of the package? Do they get pussy enhancement at 16? When, exactly, did the world go crazy?

In the rearview mirror Nia could see Cynthia’s naked back, all the way down to where my cock was sliding in and out of Cynthia’s body as she merrily fucked up and down. Mostly Nia kept her eyes focused on the road during the episode, she really was a good driver. Still, I could see Nia’s laughing eyes clearly when they glanced in the oversized rear-view mirror. She was a natural voyeur enjoying all that was going on in the back seat. All the Tribe’s indians were raised that way. I did not know it at the time, but Nia and Cynthia had a deal where Nia was owed a climax from Cynthia’s tongue or fingers for every time I got Cynthia off before I left for work - any way I did it. Fair is fair, Nia could drive fast or slow...

Driving down the access roads, slipping up the entry ramp to the I-5, and accelerating towards home, Cynthia’s body rose and fell on my cock as she worked up her second climax. She knew exactly how long the drive would take (assuming no accidents slowing things up), and she worked the timing just right to get off at the next full stop when we got to the end of our exit ramp.

She loved having her way with me, having her sex fix on the freeway while surrounded by other cars. With an audience in the driver’s seat. I also noticed a camera on the console, the whole business was being taped, probably for Abril and Cynthia to replay together.

As I switched tits I said to Nia, in our tongue, that I owed her one. She thanked me for noticing.

Despite the time of day we were able to keep a steady pace, slowing below 40 only once. Nia was a sorceress at switching lanes smoothly, keeping the long car in the lane that was moving.

We turned onto the exit ramp exactly on cue and at the first stop sign Cynthia had her special moment of ecstasy on my cock. This time she also made sure I obliged her desires by filling her pussy with a happy creamy mess at the same time. She was essentially silent, so as not to disturb Nia as she navigated the 270 degree ramp, but she had to gasp in my ear, “Yes ... YES ... YES!” as I jetted my cum into her pregnant body the moment the car stopped.

Nia whispered her reminder softly, “Two.”

When I was done, and Cynthia was done, Sin-Sin turned her head for a quick comment to Nia. “You are a little piggy for my wicked tongue, aren’t you?”

Nia replied, “Yes, mama. For your tongue and your fingers and your skinny body to hold and love up and down and all around. You make belly-bumping extra special.”

Cynthia was a little breathless as she looked at me and said, with a bit of sweet Alabama in her voice, “Damn, that sweet thang has a mouth on her, she almost earned another bingo with that comment.” She meant it, I could see it in her eyes where Sin-Sin was hiding in the shadow, waiting to devour Nia’s snatch later.

The last stretch of roads is a few miles of city streets with low speed limits and regular stops. I was done spurting but was still a bit stiff. Cynthia rested a moment while our lips met and parted. Then she reaching down to her clit where she stretched her pleasure a bit longer while she could using the tip of my cock. I could feel her body as she marshaled the aftershocks to build like magic. A mile later, as we braked for another stop light, she released the energy, I felt it flow through her like a pure happiness right up to the moment where her pussy spat my soft cock out.

Nia’s eyes sparkled as she whispered, “three?”

I nodded at her, it sure felt that way to me.

Three was enough. Cynthia got herself covered up - two or three of the buttons - then moved to clean my cock with her mouth - a sign she was raised right. After that was done she had to chatter at me. It was sort of like the car’s CD changer switching to the next CD.

Chatter meant donuts. We three all shared donuts as she told me some details about the family visit while they were at a favorite waffle house near the intersections of I-80 and I-5 in the Bay area. They wanted a family meeting so they left Tonto at a RV shop where a pop-up camper was installed on the pickup truck Pammie and Tonto were going to use to visit colleges around the country. The couple planned to be back in LA before Cynthia went to Peru in mid-September. Cynthia would visit the Colony for 6 to 8 weeks, serving as it pleased the Patron.

Since Cynthia was used to being the one pleased, she wondered how that would work for her tender sweet body.

Nia had direct experience with both of my grandfathers so she said that they were very nice to a young woman. In the dark that could make one forget how old they were.

Cynthia also had her mother’s testimony on they old guys.

Cynthia asked Nia to slip on headphones so we could talk in private. Actually she said the phrase “Lincoln Lawyer” which worked as code, they both read the book and were looking forward to the rumored adoption as a movie. Cynthia wanted to talk to me privately on behalf of her sister, it seemed my conversation with Pammie in May had her thinking about the “White Scarf” all summer.

Pammie’s story was that she and Tonto were getting along better than fine, they were still virgins but had gotten “very close” a few times. Cynthia figured they were each probably masturbating themselves or each other while kissing because “it was the next step after phone sex.” She was confident that the tour would be good for them, coping alone together, grocery shopping and doing laundry while picking the university where they would live for the next couple of years away from all gang influences and repercussions of their “Sharks and Jets” romance.

In strict confidence, Pammie asked Cynthia to tell me that she was undecided about the “White Scarf” thing, but she intended to “stay qualified” for it. (The “White Scarf” is the Colony tradition where a virgin bride spends her wedding night being “instructed” by the Patron or a prince or a retainer, it honors the tradition of the first wives who came to the Captain as innocent indian maids. We don’t need to do that for experienced brides or widows.) Tonto was less enthused about the idea and had some questions. He also wasn’t sure if he admired me “that much.”

They all knew that Belen, the girls’ mother, had wanted the white scarf and it was a serious issue before her marriage, as her LA raised macho youth Ernie was offended by the idea. The Patron solved the problem by appointing Ernie as his deputy, so Belen got to have her cake and eat it too. However, having the Patron remained an unfulfilled wish of Belen’s until the July trip when the Patron, I and Ernie all fucked Belen one after another. It was a dream come true for her.

Now the issue, which I had considered by had not reached a decision on, was whether oral sex disqualified somebody for the “White Scarf.” Pammie and Tonto both wondered about it. I said I had to give that some thought. In LA a BJ had essentially replaced a kiss on the cheek as the end of a date with a partner, so if I used local standards it did not disqualify Pammie. But traditions were not about local standards, were they? Where did I draw the line between a hot kiss and a BJ to climax? Is the climax the thing? I would also have to consider oral sex with both males and females (each with each), anal sex with toys, and a number of other marginal issues that really did not exist in the Colony.

“Actually, for a lot of girls in LA, I think a BJ is normal for a satisfactory first date,” Cynthia said. “I am not sure if that means a majority do it, but I bet that the number is over 40%. I am talking one-on-one dates, not the group dates which are popular with younger teens.”

I guess I was more out-of-touch than I figured. I needed these little reminders of the innocence I had lost before ... what was it ... fourth grade?

Since I thought about fourth grade I had to ask, “What about 7 minutes in heaven?”

Cynthia had no answer for that.

It seemed that, in Tonto’s view the “White Scarf” thing wasn’t all bad news. He understood correctly that instruction was provided for both the virgin bride and the “still pure” groom. He figured I would be attached to Abril, and he might be able to go along with that.

That in turn was another reason Pammie was undecided about the whole idea. Pammie is skinny, with no figure and she barely has any breasts. Picturing her man Tonto with the wonder of a female body that is Abril raised serious body-image issues.

I did not comment on these questions because, honestly, I was not sure. In a sense, Abril was a good choice because she was so attractive and would likely be willing with Tonto. Still, I was talking to Cynthia, so I had to tease her a bit, “As I think of it, Abril is not really my wife, or part of a colonial family tradition. But you are a loyal Retainer who will have some experiences ... maybe even first-hand Patron experiences ... After all, who taught you? Plus, if you are pregnant or breast feeding after giving birth, you will be stork-proof...”